☽ Lucan ☾
Nyra didn’t blink. She just stood there at the edge of the lake, her reflection trembling slightly in the water as a breeze passed over the surface. My words hung between us, heavy and irreversible.
“We weren’t born to the same parents,” I repeated quietly, as if saying it again would soften the impact. Her throat moved when she swallowed. That was the first sign she had heard me. Really heard me.
“What?” she whispered. The word wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. It was broken. I stepped closer, carefully. I felt like she had become something fragile. I didn’t want to tell her that I had overheard Vespera. Instead, I used the chest.
“I found records,” I said. “In the chest. The one in the cabin,” her eyes flicked up to mine sharply.
“You opened it,”
“Yes,”
“And you didn’t tel
