Cassidy
I didn't expect to see Kieran again so soon.
After our last conversation—after the way he touched my hair, reassured me, left me off balance—I thought he'd give me space.
But the next morning, Mara came to my room with a simple message:
"Kieran wants you in the council hall."
And just like that—
Whatever lingering emotions I had from yesterday vanished.
Because I had almost forgotten where I was.
And now, I was about to be reminded.
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The council hall was vast, the air thick with power.
Instead of the cold, rigid silence of judgment, there was conversation.
Discussions.
Supernaturals sat at a long table, some standing as they debated over documents.
I recognized some of them—Damon, Callan, Celeste, Elara and members of the council.
The supernatural council of Canada.
And now—me.
I didn't belong here.
And yet, when I stepped inside, Kieran looked up immediately.
His dark eyes locked onto mine—steady, unreadable.
Then he gestured to a chair beside him.
