KIERYGAN'S POV
The door slammed shut behind Eirlys as she ran, and the silence that followed was louder than the noise. Her scent lingered in the air: wildflowers after rain.
Faint, but still intoxicating.
Mirael didn’t move. I, on the other hand, returned to my desk and tried to get some work done.
“What the hell was that?” Mirael demanded, her voice like frost sheathing a blade.
I didn’t feel like explaining, and frankly, I didn’t owe her anything. So I stayed silent, eyes on the parchment I was flipping through, pretending it needed my full attention. I strained to catch the sound of Eirlys’s footsteps retreating down the hall. But all I could hear was Mirael’s fury.
“I asked you a question,” she snapped, stepping deeper into the room. “You were holding her. While she lit up.”
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