Epilogue
The veil is quiet. Not silent. Alive. Aurelia feels it even now — the steady hum of balance resting beneath the world like a second heartbeat. But tonight, she refuses to listen to it. Tonight, she belongs to herself. And to him. The balcony doors of their private chamber stand open, moonlight spilling across stone floors. The forest below glows silver, restored, breathing. Malachai stands behind her. Close. Not touching. But close enough that the heat of him coils down her spine. “You’re thinking too loudly again,” he murmurs. She smiles without turning. “And you’re hovering.” “I always hover.” She finally turns. The bond between them hums — not volatile anymore. Controlled. Deep. Ancient. His eyes glow faint gold in the dark. Her silver veins shimmer softly beneath her
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