Chapter 20
The nights were no longer silent. Calla could feel it—the pulse beneath the earth. Like a second heartbeat, buried in soil and bone. Something had awakened the night she absorbed the curse. Something older than the Devlin line, deeper than blood magic. She hadn’t destroyed the curse. She had inherited a throne she didn’t know existed. The cottage by the sea had become their quiet sanctuary, but the silence no longer comforted her. Ares sensed it too. Though he smiled, cooked, and touched her like she was porcelain he refused to break, there were moments—still, quiet moments—where his eyes drifted toward the window. Toward the horizon. Toward something only his instincts remembered. It started with the birds. Dead ones. Each morning, Calla found one by the front step. No signs of wou
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