Malrik POV

“I need to know your past,” I said, my voice edged with firmness that allowed no hesitation. “Every detail, Ysolde. The Twelve won’t let this go. If I’m going to protect you, I have to find a way to prove you’re not a threat at least, not to them.”

The words settled between us, heavy and inescapable. I studied her closely, watching the flickers of emotion cross her face. Nervousness sharpened her features, but beneath it, I caught something else resolve. She was ready ...