Avirin couldn't die—not in the true sense. Immortality clung to him like a curse, refusing to let him rest. If he wished, he could live on for centuries more.
But he also understood the cruel truth of his existence.
His power was too great. Too tempting. His skills could save nations or destroy them. And those who wanted to use him would never hesitate to target the people closest to him.
Especially Bella.
He had watched her grow. Protected her. Loved her like his own blood. And the thought of her being used against him was enough to freeze his immortal heart.
That was why he made a decision—one that tore him apart quietly.
He would disappear.
The world believed he had retreated deep into the mountains, stepping away from society because age had finally caught up to him. They thought he was taking his final breaths.
He let them believe that lie.
