ZION

By the time I returned to my room, everything felt emptier. The faint trace of the brothers’ scents was the only thing left. They cleaned out the place. No weapons that Cassian kept on the far wall, no Tristan’s half-unpacked bag spilling clothes across the floor, no books that Adrian lined across the mantle. Just silence.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the empty spot that belonged to Adrian. Part of me was relieved. The other part… hurt.

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