She didn’t flinch. Not at the violence. Not at the bodies. She stood tall despite the dirt and the way her chest heaved with exhaustion or pain, maybe both. Her hand pressed to her chest. Her dark eyes watched him, steady, sharp, weighing whether he was saviour or threat.

  Aarav sucked in a breath that scraped at his throat, then let a crooked grin tug at his mouth. “Not the warmest welcome. You know, most people manage a thank you when you keep them from getting stabbed.”

  She didn’t blink.

  He brushed dust from his sleeve like he had all the time in the world. “Rough crowd you’ve collected. Doesn’t look like this is how you planned to spend your evening.”

  Her gaze tightened, sharp as a drawn bowstring. “You were in the tavern.”

  “I enjoy a drink,” he said, tone easy. “Though I don’t usually follow strangers. Not unless they’re interesting.”

  Behind them he started to hear boots striking stone, voices rising, closing fast. More soldiers.

  Aarav tipped his head toward the sound. “Hear that? If you keep glaring at me like I kicked your favourite pet, they’ll have you boxed in again before you finish deciding whether I’ve got a charming face.”

  Her hand shifted beneath her robe, but she didn’t move. “Why help me?”

  He smirked. “Because you need it.”

  “That isn’t a reason.”

  “Sure it is. It just isn’t a very believable one.”

  The shouts swelled. Metal scraped stone somewhere further down the ally.

  Aarav stepped toward the crumbling wall at the alley’s end. “You don’t have to trust me, star?eyes. Just trust me a fraction more than you trust them.”

  For a heartbeat she studied him, measuring, considering, like she could see the truth behind his skin.

  Then she gave the smallest nod. “Fine. Get me out of here.”

  “Gladly,” he said, already in motion. “And maybe later you’ll even tell me your name.”

  He crouched by the fractured garden wall and laced his fingers. “Up you go.”

  She stepped into his grip without hesitation. He boosted her up, muscles straining as she climbed over. He hauled himself after her, landing hard with a grunt. The fire was gone, nothing but the ache of real muscles left behind. Strong enough, sure, but only human. The blaze had abandoned him as quick as it came. Relying on himself was familiar, though.

  He had gotten this far on his own.

  They moved fast, weaving between rows of abandoned houses and overgrown gardens, putting street after street between them and the ambush. Only when the noise faded behind them did Aarav slow near a narrow archway leading to an overgrown, long?forgotten storage yard.

  He scanned the shadows, then motioned her inside.

  “Safe enough for a breather,” he said, giving the yard a quick scan. “For now, anyway.”

  She nodded and eased back against the wall, breath slow but strained.

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  Aarav watched her for a moment, long enough to let the quiet settle, then he dropped down opposite her, stretching one leg out like the ground belonged to him. “So,” he said, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, “do you always drag soldiers through half the damned city, or was tonight a special occasion?”

  She stared at him. Flat. Unmoved.

  He lifted a shoulder in an easy shrug. “Mysterious. That’s fine, I can work with mysterious.” He let the silence breathe a moment before adding, “I’m Aarav, by the way. Since I’m risking my very handsome neck for you, felt fair you at least know my name.”

  After a beat she said, “Seren.”

  He repeated it quietly, rolling the sound around like a taste he hadn’t expected. “Seren. Nice. Though honestly, I was leaning toward Trouble.” His grin widened, quick and sharp. “Either way, as much as I enjoyed watching you run, and I truly did, we can’t keep sprinting all night. I know a place close by. Safe. Quiet. Even has better seating than dirt and bricks.”

  Seren straightened, eyes hardened to flint. “I can’t. I need to get to Solmaris as soon as possible.”

  Aarav blinked. “Solmaris?”

  “Yes.”

  He shook his head, a short, incredulous laugh escaping him. “That’s a death wish.”

  Her gaze snapped toward him. “I don’t have a choice.”

  “You do,” he shot back, his tone shifting, less playful, more controlled steel. “You’ve already seen they’re hunting you. They found you once. They’ll find you again. And the road south?” He gave a harsh, humorless laugh. “That road is straight as a blade, Seren. If they’re watching anywhere, it’s there. You’d be walking into their hands before you even saw Solmaris’s gates.”

  Her jaw tightened. “I don’t have a choice. I have to try!”

  Aarav’s grin had vanished completely. His voice dropped lower, weightier. “There’s always a choice,” he said. “Just not always a good one.”

  She turned away from him, pushing off the wall, done with the argument.

  The air between them thickened, heavy as smoke.

  After a moment he said, quieter now, “You know… I was born in Solmaris.”

  Seren glanced back, but didn’t answer.

  “Lived there until I was six. My mother thought it would be better here. In Marrow.” He gave a humourless sort of smile. “Imagine that. Someone looking at this place and thinking, yes, that’s the dream.”

  Seren’s voice was quiet, almost distant. “Solmaris isn’t what people think. I was born there. Grew up in the shadows of its golden towers. My family came here because we thought it would be better. Safer.”

  He let out a dry, sharp laugh. “Marrow’s no paradise, but at least it doesn’t pretend to be more than it is. Solmaris smiles while it bleeds you dry. Bright face of the kingdom, sure, but it’s got a darker underbelly than anywhere I’ve ever set foot.”

  She didn’t flinch at that. “I still need to go.”

  Aarav pushed himself upright, brushing dust from his palms. “Why? What’s there that’s worth getting yourself killed for?”

  Her gaze shifted away. “I have something important to do at the temple. It can’t wait.”

  He narrowed his eyes, searching her face for the pieces she wasn’t offering. “You know the gates are watched. You’d be lucky to make it halfway across the city before someone drags you back. If not worse.”

  “I don’t have a choice,” she said again, turning to leave.

  He stared at her back, breath caught somewhere between frustration and disbelief. “You’re serious. You’d go alone.”

  “If I have to.”

  It was her tone that got him. Not defiance. Not fear. Just… certainty. Quiet and steady, like whatever waited for her in Solmaris mattered more than safety, more than her own life.

  He clicked his tongue, muttered a curse under his breath, then pushed off the wall and fell into step beside her.

  “Alright,” he said, a crooked grin slipping onto his face despite himself. “Not the first bad idea I’ve let a beautiful stranger talk me into.” He shoved his hands lightly across his trousers, dust scattering. “Come on. I know a way out. Not as clean as a gate, but quieter than the main road. Smugglers’ path. I haven't used it in years, but I’m still alive to brag about it, so it works.”

  She looked at him, eyes weighing him again, then gave a single small nod.

  They didn’t bother with more words as they slipped back into the dimming streets. Aarav moved ahead, silent now, sharp and intent, leading her deeper into the veins of Marrow. Above them, the light was draining from the sky, shadows stretching long across the stones as dusk took hold.