In all the years she had known him, from their shared childhood to their intense, emotional reunion, she had never once seen Urag like this with another woman.
He had always been hers, an immovable, protective presence anchored solely to her existence.
To see him standing there, letting another female touch his hand, whisper into his ear, and hold him so intimately, felt entirely unfathomable.
It was a sharp, blinding shock that cut through her chest like ice.
A soft, horrified gasp slipped past her lips before she could stop it.
Panic seized her. Mortified at the thought of being caught spying from the shadows, Eiravyne snapped her gaze away and instantly collapsed to her knees against the cold stone floor, ducking down beneath the edge of the balustrade to hide herself completely.
She pressed her forehead against the chilled floor, her eyes staring blankly at the dark stone as a quiet, suffocating wave of nausea washed over her.
