The wind howled through the cracks in the stone walls as the night deepened. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grand hallway. Inside the castle, however, the storm raged in a different way. Elara stood frozen, her heart racing as the words between the brothers burned in the air like a fire.
Alistair, his face twisted with frustration and cold fury, remained still in the center of the room. His gaze flickered between her and Ayaan, a dangerous spark in his eyes. There was something almost animalistic in the way he looked at her, a possessiveness that was suffocating and suffused with a deep sense of ownership.
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