Earlier that day, Nyx had hunted down a group of spies,and tortured them for information . But the last thing he expected to hear was your name — tied to something dark, something he’d never imagined. He hadn’t wanted to believe it. Not until he heard it from you.

You were in the training yard, your grip steady on the sword he had gifted you last Solstice. The steel had felt like a promise back then — like trust forged into metal. You had always dreaded this moment, the truth clawing just beneath your skin. You’d kept your past buried -you were once part of a witch clan- and you feared what that truth would do to the way Nyx saw you.

When he stepped into the yard, his shadows twitched like they mirrored his unrest.

“You lied to me,” Nyx said, voice low and heavy with betrayal. He moved closer, his gaze sharp, storm-dark. “Tell me it’s not true.” His jaw clenched, the hurt bleeding into anger — but he hadn’t even said the words aloud.You already knew what he meant .