Malrik POV

“You carry a great heart, Malrikarion,” Zebulon murmured, his tone low yet warm.

His words tugged me away from watching Dravina and Mancini the quiet mending of something fragile happening between them in hushed words and tentative smiles.

I allowed myself a faint grin. “A foolish heart, maybe.”

He shook his head. “No. You acted on the truth you were given. I’ll say this you three showed wisdom. I had nothing but suspicion, no evidence, and still you trusted me.” ...