_Lyla's POV_
The days passed like whispers in the wind.
Every morning, just as the mist began to lift from the forest floor, I found myself returning to that same clearing. I watched, silent and unseen, as Nyx and Rowan met under the veil of budding branches and sunlight-dappled grass.
They spoke often, laughed often, but I saw what Nyx could not. I could notice the way Rowan’s gaze lingered a little too long on Selene when she joined them. The way his voice softened when he addressed her, even when his words were directed at both sisters.
Nyx bloomed like spring itself in Rowan’s presence. Her laughter grew louder. Her questions more frequent. She brought wildflowers for him, made little braided crowns of clover and placed them on his head with a smile bright enough to chase away even
