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Nadia didn’t walk. She almost ran.

The moment she was out of the healers’ wing, she pulled her hood lower and moved fast through the corridors, her heart pounding, not with fear, but with excitement. The pack house felt different now. Quieter.

She reached the private chambers at the far end of the west wing. Carter’s rooms. Guards stood outside, but the moment they saw her face, they stepped aside. No questions. They never questioned her when it came to ...