Mira's POV

I wake before sunrise in my small dwelling, already mostly packed. Two years in Blackridge. Time to move forward. Not returning to Windermere. That chapter closed long ago. Somewhere new. Somewhere chosen.

I've accepted a position in neutral territory, at a healing center, where I'll train new healers. Building something that's entirely mine. Lyra's five-year sentence is nearly complete. She's proven herself. Earned trust. Rebuilt her life. And I've healed. Not by forgetting. By ...