She explained then: the forest beyond the town was old—older than maps, older than kingdoms. Those who walked its deeper paths without invitation were turned back, lost, or unmade in quieter ways. But some were noticed. Touched. Marked to walk where others could not.
"And those like him?" Rose asked softly.
"Wardens of balance," Ilme said. "Hunters when balance is threatened. They are not evil, but they are relentless. If a marked one lingers too long in places of color and noise"—her gaze flicked briefly toward the market outside—"they draw attention."
Lira swallowed. "So you'll… hand me over?"
"No," Ilme said firmly. "You were attacked within our walls. That makes you our responsibility."
Relief loosened something in Lira's chest so suddenly she nearly swayed. Renkai steadied her without thinking, his grip warm and solid.
