56. Lavender

Reyna

As the doors open to the island, the sea wind catches my hair and whips it around my face. Coming back here is supposed to feel like coming home… It’s supposed to be our sanctuary.

The island’s paradise-like charm now seems like a distant memory, as if nature is punishing me for seeking refuge there.

Cassian steps off the jet first, his eyes briefly scanning the scenery before focusing back on me. Rune is next, a steady, reassuring presence. Malachi allows me to walk ahead before he follows, his face the picture of stoicism that barely conceals the boiling emotions underneath.

Each represents a part of my own fractured soul, and as they turn to me, their eyes filled with love and concern, I feel the familiar pang of guilt sharpen.

“Welcome home, Reyna,” Rune says, extending his hand to help me as I walk down the steps.

Cassian opens his mouth as if to say something but refrains, and Malachi simply nods, his eyes meeting mine in a silent, piercing exchange.

“Let’s not stand here