Juna and I walked away from the others, stepping into a quiet spot where only the breeze could listen to us, and no one else could overhear.
She turned to me, her lips curled into a soft, almost serene smile.
For a woman who'd borne two children and was already in her forties, she carried an ageless grace that seemed to defy time itself.
If someone had told me she was just Zeruel's older sister, I wouldn't have doubted it for a moment.
Her skin looked smooth, her posture calm yet strong, and there was something about the way she held herself that erased the years written on paper.
She didn't look like a mother at all—and nothing about her figure hinted otherwise. But that smile she wore… that was different.
