They saw him again.
In the reflection of water.
In a broken window.
In a puddle of spilled ink.
A man with no eyes. No mouth.
Just gravity in human shape.
"You sealed me for love," he whispered to Liss.
"You can free me… for hate."
And for a moment—
she almost listened.
The Lady in her ribs laughed:
"Don't let him in. He was always your shadow.
You were the jailer. He was your reason to be forgotten."
But Liss was tired.
Tired of running.
Tired of war.
Tired of being what everyone feared.
And deep inside…
Tired of hiding her heart.