Kira's pov
I watched from the shadows, my eyes tracing the fragile wreckage that was Eira's world. The news of the baby's loss hit like a thunderclap,an unexpected, almost delicious relief wrapped in tragedy. I should have mourned, I suppose, but instead, a cold satisfaction settled deep inside me. This was a wound I'd inflicted, subtle and sharp, and I savored every ounce of its agony. Yet, to the outside, to Draven and Eira, I wore my mask perfectly: the gentle sympathy, the concerned glances, the soft words of comfort. They had no idea how carefully crafted each gesture was, how thoroughly I reveled in the chaos I'd sown.