DARIUS'S POV
I knew before she said anything.
The way Lyra held herself when she entered my temporary quarters—shoulders squared, eyes apologetic but firm. The way Maya stood just behind her, close enough to touch.
"You chose her," I said. Not a question.
"Yes." Lyra's voice didn't waver. "Darius, I'm sorry. You deserve someone who—"
"Don't." I held up a hand. "Don't apologize for choosing love. That's what I wanted for you. Just hoped I'd be the one you chose."
Maya shifted uncomfortably. "We didn't mean to hurt—"
"I know." And I did. But knowledge didn't stop the pain. "You've loved her for twenty-two years. I loved her for weeks. The math was never in my favor."
Silence stretched between us.
"I need some time," I said finally. "Away from the sanctuary. Not permanently—this place is too important. But I need space to—"
"Of course," Lyra said quickly. "Take whatever time you need."
