~Confessions in the Dark~

EIRA

The days had been heavier lately, like the air itself knew trouble was circling. I found myself gravitating toward Ivy whenever I could, needing the way she anchored me. We sat together on the low stone wall near the stables, our breath making faint clouds in the cool evening air. She was trimming the fletching on a handful of arrows.

“Ivy,” I began, twisting my fingers together, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

She turned her gaze towards me, ...