_Lyla’s POV_
The next day dawned with a softness that seemed to settle even the restless winds. I shadowed Nyx again, keeping my distance as she moved through the misted halls of the Temple, her silver gown whispering against the stone.
But unlike before, she didn’t walk like a wounded creature retreating into the shadows.
Today, Nyx was sauntering.
There was a lightness in her step, a secret happiness humming in her every movement, as if she carried a small flame inside her that no one could snuff out.
I felt Astra stir inside me. "She feels hope," Astra whispered, her voice a soft caress. "She believes in something again."
I swallowed around the tightness in my throat. Nyx deserved happiness. She deserved so much more than the bitterness that had been festering inside her.
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