[Meredith].
I watched Draven walk away until his back disappeared between the houses. And for a moment, I almost followed him.
My feet even shifted forward, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. Every instinct screamed at me to stop him, to grab his hand, to tell him everything before he reached my grandmother and heard things out of order—or worse, learned the truth without me.
But I didn't.
I stood there, alone on the narrow path, the morning breeze brushing against my skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and wild herbs.
The village felt too quiet without him beside me.
Whatever was bothering Draven, I knew it now. It might have everything to do with me.
I continued walking, slower this time, my steps aimless. My thoughts tangled, heavy and sharp.
I pressed my lips together and finally reached inward, toward the familiar presence that had been restless all morning.
"Valmora," I called silently. "Is now the right time to tell him?"
