The rain struck Hy-Brasil like war drums when you returned unannounced. Oisín stood at the edge of the cliff, thunder in his eyes.
"You dare come back?" he growled.
"I never left," you whispered. "Not really."
He scoffed, but his jaw clenched. "Foolish girl. Peace doesn't bloom in blood-soaked soil."
"Then why do you look at me like I’m the first light you've seen in years?"
Silence. His storm broke inward and became a fury.
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