Semua Bab The Man I Buried : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Rowan POV The first time I noticed it, it was subtle.Small enough that most people wouldn’t have paid attention.But I did.Lyra was in the council clearing.Not standing at the edges the way she had been for weeks. Not hovering near the back like she wasn’t sure she belonged there anymore.She was seated.Closer to the center.Listening.Speaking when needed.Resuming.I stood with the warriors, a few steps removed, but my attention kept drifting back to her despite myself.It wasn’t just that she was there.It was how she carried herself.There was still weight in her posture. Still something quiet and guarded beneath the surface. But it wasn’t as consuming as it had been before.She wasn’t shrinking anymore.She wasn’t disappearing into the background.She was stepping back into place.“About time,” Tomas muttered beside me, arms crossed as he watched the same thing.I didn’t respond immediately.Because this—This wasn’t something to reduce to a simple observation.“It’s not eas

Lyra POV I didn’t expect it to affect me the way it did.Not the council meeting itself—I had been prepared for that. Questions, doubts, the careful way people circled around what they really meant. I had already learned how to stand through that without letting it show.But Rowan—That was different.I stood there long after the clearing had emptied, my mind replaying the moment over and over again.The way he stepped forward.The way he spoke.The way he didn’t hesitate.He hadn’t looked at me when he defended me.Not once.And somehow, that made it feel more real.Because it hadn’t been for show.It hadn’t been for me to see.It had just been… truth.I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers lightly against my temple as if that would quiet the thoughts circling too fast.It didn’t.“You’re thinking too hard again.”I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.My mother’s voice carried that familiar calm that always felt like it could see too much.“I’m not,” I said automatically.“You a

Lyra POV I didn’t sleep well after that. Not because of fear, and not even because of grief in the way it used to come—sharp and overwhelming, pulling me under without warning. This was different. Quieter, but harder to escape.His words stayed with me. Not the way he said them, but the meaning behind them. I feel it. He hadn’t tried to soften it or make it easier for me to accept. He had just said it. And then, I won’t pressure you. That part should have been a relief, and it was, but it also made everything else harder. Because now there was no resistance to push against, no force to reject, no reason to retreat other than the truth I was still trying to avoid.I sat on the edge of my bed long after the village had gone quiet, my hands resting loosely in my lap as I stared at the floor. The bond was there—steady, unmoving. It didn’t demand anything. It didn’t pull at me the way it had in the beginning. It just existed. And that was worse, because I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t real.

Rowan POV I knew the moment something shifted.Not during the kiss. Not while it was happening. That had been steady, mutual, chosen in a way that left no room for doubt. It hadn’t felt forced or rushed or driven by something neither of us could control. It had felt real.That was why what came after hit harder.She pulled back slowly, like she wasn’t entirely ready to let the moment go, her breath uneven, her gaze still locked on mine as if she was trying to understand what had just happened. For a second, I thought she might say something. I almost did too. But then I saw it.The change.It was small at first. A flicker in her eyes, a tension that crept back into her expression too quickly to belong there after something like that. The softness didn’t disappear all at once, but it didn’t stay either.“Lyra,” I said quietly.She shook her head slightly before I could say anything else, like she already knew what I was about to ask.“I’m fine.”She wasn’t.I could see it.I had lear

Rowan POV I knew before the elder spoke.Not because anyone had told me. Not because I had overheard something or seen a sign that others hadn’t.I knew because the bond had changed.It wasn’t just awareness anymore. It wasn’t just that quiet pull that existed between us whether we acknowledged it or not. It had settled into something deeper, something more grounded, like it had taken root in a way that couldn’t be undone.Still, knowing it and hearing it confirmed were two very different things.And I wasn’t sure which one I was more prepared for.Lyra stood a few steps ahead of me in the elder’s dwelling, her posture straight, her expression composed in that careful way she used when she was holding more inside than she wanted anyone to see. I had seen that look enough times to recognize it immediately.She wasn’t calm.She was bracing.The room itself was quiet, filled with the faint scent of herbs and old wood, the kind of place that carried more history than most people ever th