My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Embers And Whispers

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Hillary’s answering glance glowed with gratitude, as warm as the fire that cracked between

them.

Lanterns trembled in the wind above the hunting pavilion, their glow washing the polished bamboo floor in ribbons of molten gold.

Hillary stepped forward, crimson sleeves swirling like sparks. “Lord Soren, would you favor us with Embrace of Peace?” she asked, her tone the perfect blend of daring and courtesy.

Soren inclined his head without a word, acceptance as quiet as fresh snow.

The musicians withdrew. A clear space opened where the blessing dance had earlier unfolded -no coquetry, only dignified geometry that forced dancer and melody to breathe as one.

Fiona, determined not to upstage Hillary, reined in every turn and lift, content to serve as subtle counterpoint.

Soren unrolled a suede case and lifted a jade–rimmed flute. Yet his eyes drifted to Fiona. She had chosen a rider’s fitted tunic for ease, and somehow its simplicity softened her lines.

Hillary might possess the more dazzling technique, yet beauty is an argument without referee. Fiona’s grace belonged to him alone, a treasure he would not share.

That intimacy was their secret. No other eyes would be allowed to pry it open.

He was her only–and he intended she remain his only. Whatever the cost, he would pay.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. For a heartbeat, a sliver of wickedness flashed across his face, then vanished like breath on glass.

To Fiona it seemed the flute’s very breath wrapped around her silhouette, matching every pivot and sweep with uncanny precision.

She could not help glancing his way.

He never lifted his gaze; the connection burned, unspoken yet unmistakable.

One dancer reckless as wildfire, the other restrained as a mountain spring–together they painted the night with motion, expanding and contracting like a single living flame. When the final pose settled, applause erupted, echoing across the darkening hills.

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“Ms. Chambers, no wonder you dance with such confidence–the skill is remarkable indeed,” Soren said.

“Ms. Fiona’s performance is likewise more than commendable.”

The praise for Fiona felt almost cursory, a petal tossed in passing.

“Thank you, Lord Soren. Yet it is your flute that frames Fiona’s steps so perfectly. At the next banquet, a duet between you two would surely astonish us all,” Hillary replied, her cheeks blooming with satisfaction.

Soren allowed himself one glance at Fiona. She answered with a courteous smile so practiced it might have been painted on porcelain; her true thoughts lay hidden beneath the glaze.

He offered no reply, only a matching, unreadable smile.

The onlookers expected nothing more–Soren always kept a scrupulous distance from polite matchmaking.

The revelry rolled on, but Fiona excused herself. Earlier she had felled bamboo and danced beneath torches; exhaustion now draped her shoulders like a damp cloak. She turned toward her tent, intent on a brief rest.

On the way she met Mindy, who confessed a pressing need for privacy.

Fiona paused, then chose to accompany her.

Dusk had settled; the path blurred into shadow. Together they moved carefully, lantern swinging between them like a timid star.

Though Mindy usually kept her distance from Fiona, the hush of the forest after sundown unnerved her. She laced her fingers through Fiona’s and, voice quivering, murmured, “They say wild beasts used to roam here at night. Do you think any still linger?”

Fiona kept her tone light, hoping to steady them both. “The Royal Guard makes its rounds out here,” she said. “You’ll be safe, Mindy.”

Mindy walked at Fiona’s side, cheeks warming at her own show of nerves. Determined to reclaim some dignity, she tugged Fiona farther along the path, deeper beneath the arching boughs.

Fiona slowed, casting a wary glance at the tangle of trails disappearing into brush. “Easy now- paths twist quickly in the dark. I’d hate for us to lose our way.”

Mindy lifted her chin. “I know the route. I’ve walked it twice already today,” she insisted.

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With nothing more to add, Fiona stayed behind, lingering at the edge of the tall grass while Mindy slipped among the foliage.

When Mindy finally reappeared, twilight had sunk into full dusk, the last ribbons of color bleeding from the sky.

Fiona searched the darkening canopy. “If we stay much longer, the others will return before we do. We should head back–quickly.”

Mindy answered with a brisk nod.

Together they set off, boots crunching over dry leaves toward what they believed was the camp’s outer rim.

Mindy broke the silence. “Word is Mr. Xavier has returned to his family estate,” she ventured.

Fiona had no desire to discuss Xavier–least of all with another young lady. He was, to her mind, an altogether different matter.

“He’s so close with your brother–you must know something,” Mindy pressed, a faint tartness curling her words.

It was common gossip. Xavier kept a frost around most people, yet whenever Fiona appeared he thawed into quiet warmth. Even distant onlookers had noticed.

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