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The storm nearly killed him. You pulled him from the waves — a golden-haired elf, half-drowned and shivering — and breathed warmth back into a life that was not yours to keep. You thought he was different. Now the same blue eyes that looked at you with wonder are cold with purpose. Legolas has found you. His bowstring is taut, his arrow aimed — and behind him stands Caeryn, who has no interest in hesitation or mercy. They need a mermaid's tear. Your tear. And the dying land they serve will not wait. Deep below, Thessaly feels the danger closing in. She is coming. But she does not know you still want to understand why — why the elf you saved chose to become your hunter.