Harry's POV

They came together.

That alone made me uneasy.

Blake usually avoided my study unless he was summoned. Elena rarely stepped inside it at all. Seeing them standing side by side in the doorway felt deliberate, almost rehearsed, and the tension between them was thick enough to taste.

Blake looked… wrong.

Not angry. Not defiant. Not withdrawn in the way I had grown used to. His shoulders were tight, his jaw clenched as if he was holding something back with sheer will. His hands were ...