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Eira’s pov

Draven told me not to do it.

He didn’t say it with anger or force. He never did when it came to me.

He stood in the doorway of the war room that morning, arms folded across his chest, jaw tight, eyes stormy as thunderclouds. “It’s a bad idea, Eira. You’re still reeling. You’re vulne...

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