Nyra.
By the time Nyra stepped back into the cave, she had already shed the version of herself that had stood in front of Silas.
That version had been sharp. Calculated. Ruthless in a way that served a purpose.
This one—
This one needed to be believable.
She slowed her steps just enough before entering, letting her shoulders relax, her expression soften into something lighter, something easier to accept. By the time she crossed into the cave, there was no trace of tension left in her posture.
Only ease.
The triplets were already there, their voices low as they spoke among themselves, but their attention shifted the moment she walked in.
Selena was there too.
Nyra felt it immediately, that quiet awareness that always came with her presence, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she let her gaze pass over her like it meant nothing, like there was no weight behind it anymore.
