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November 5 - November 14, 2025
But Merrick had been a constant the past four years, not once meeting her gaze, not even allowing her a glimpse of the color of his eyes.
“Use the sharp end on your enemy. Good luck, Lessia.”
She couldn’t panic. Not here. Not when Ardow and Amalise couldn’t bring her back from the darkness. Please. Please, not here, she begged her racing heart and the lungs refusing her air.
Her family was gone, and there was no need to dwell on the past. She couldn’t change it. Couldn’t change what had happened. What she’d done to them.
“It was you,” she whispered. Merrick froze, crouched down by the white fireplace. “You lit the fire in the cabin.”
“Tell me. Tell me you burn for me like I burn for you. Tell me your heart stops when I walk into a room like mine does for you. Tell me you can’t stop thinking about me like I can’t go a waking second without thinking about you. Tell me you don’t want me to stay away.”
“Alarin’s daughter isn’t dead,” he whispered. “W— what?” she stammered. “How?” Merrick shook his head. “I can’t tell you, so please don’t ask me. I just needed you to know that guilt you’re carrying around… it’s unwarranted.”

