[Meredith].
I walked back into the bedroom quietly, closing the door behind me with care. The room was dim, lit only by the pale spill of moonlight through the window.
Draven lay asleep on the bed, his breathing slow and even, the rise and fall of his chest steady.
Guilt pressed heavily against my ribs.
I had learned too much tonight. About myself. About my power. About who I truly was. And I was lying beside a man who trusted me with his life, yet knew none of it.
I didn't plan to keep it from him for long.
When we returned to the Oatrun estate, I would tell him. About the fae blood in my veins. About the truth of the so-called curse. About the Wolf Queen and what her reincarnation truly meant. He deserved that honesty.
He deserved to choose how he felt about it—about me, without deception clouding his will.
I crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed, removing my slippers, my thoughts spiralling despite the exhaustion weighing down my limbs.
