FAELAN'S POV
As soon as Renli left, a heavy, uneasy silence settled over the chamber.
Aviona rose from the table, one hand braced against its edge. Her gaze met mine—uncertain, searching. Then her fingers lifted, shaping words in the air. “Why me?”
Her hand trembled as she gestured again. “I won’t be of any help to you.”
I stepped closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of the poultice mingling with her own soft, floral scent. “You’ve been targeted once already,” I said quietly. “I won’t risk leaving you unguarded.”
I caught her wrist, tracing the bruises along her arm. “You’re too important. I want you where I can keep you safe.”
Her brows drew together. I could almost see the thought forming behind her eyes—that she was only important because I needed her.
She lowered her ga
