EIRLYS' POV
After days of hiding in my room, I finally decided to come down for breakfast now that my bleeding had stopped. I knew Kierygan wouldn’t be there—he hadn’t been for a while.
The memory of how I had behaved that night still burned hot in my mind. Knowing he would not be here offered a little comfort.
I descended the staircase slowly, my fingers brushing the banister. But when I reached the last step, I froze. Kierygan sat at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the slab of meat before him.
I swallowed hard, careful not to make a sound as I edged closer.
It was Callum who noticed me first. “Good morning, Eirlys,” he said, his tone warm and casual.
Then others joined in—Evander, Orryx, Thorin, Ulyanna. Even a few whose names I hadn’t yet learned. Everyone except Mirael.
