The silence after the storm was never truly quiet—not when the storm came from within.

Aria stood at the edge of the Moonstone Cavern, the sacred pool still rippling with echoes of power. Behind her, Caleb watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. The kiss they’d shared minutes ago still clung to her lips like a dream she couldn’t wake from—too tender, too raw, too real.

But none of it mattered now. Not when Rowan was missing. Not when a piece of her soul was gone.

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