“Why on earth did you risk your life?!” Amarok’s voice boomed across the quiet tent as Tara sat between her sisters, changing into something more comfortable. Her old clothes—torn, blood-stained were now stuffed in a corner. Vera had helped her slip into a soft floral gown, the hem brushing her thighs, her hair let down in soft waves over her shoulders. Tara didn’t look at him at first. But Amarok was already pacing in the far corner, fists clenched at his sides, the muscle in his jaw ticking hard. “I had to do something,” she said finally, her voice low but steady. “That something could have gotten you killed,” he snapped, stepping closer. “If you always throw yourself in to save others, one day—” his voice caught, thick with tension, “—you’ll end up losing your own damn life.” “That’s what we keep telling her,” Vera mumbled under her breath. Tara glared at her and Vera, wide-eyed, quickly tugged Taylor to her feet. “Come on, let’s go.” Taylor opened her mouth to protest
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