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Draven's pov.

The fire crackled low in the courtyard, throwing golden sparks into the cool night air. I'd built the pit myself,dragged the stones in, dug the earth bare with my own hands. No guards. No surveillance equipment. No hidden pistols strapped to my side. Just raw earth, firewood, and silence.

Eira showed up first, wrapped in two oversized blankets and looking slightly amused. "So this is your secret mission?" she said, dropping down onto one of the logs I'd hauled from the shed.

"You doubted me?"

"Always," she replied, a sly smirk pulling at her mouth as she adjusted her blanket like a throne. "But this is nice. Surprisingly not explosive."

"Give it time."