Mira’s POV

The message arrived by dusk. Delivered by wind-bound glyph. No seal. No crest. Just one word on the fold: Mira. Kael stood beside me as I opened it. Lyra read over my shoulder. “She wants a meeting.” Cyrus frowned. “Neutral ground?” I nodded. “Ashgrove. Tomorrow at sundown. Alone.” Auren shook his head. “It’s bait.”

“She’s my sister,” I said. Kael replied, “And you don’t know who she is anymore.” “I have to,” I said. “Before this turn into ...