The paper trembled in Midnight’s hands.
Ascension.
The word felt wrong the second she read it.
Ancient.
Final.
Deadly.
Kael took a slow step toward her. “Midnight—”
“No.”
She backed away instantly.
The mate bond pulled painfully between them, but right now it wasn’t enough to stop the panic rising in her chest.
Terminate immediately.
Like she wasn’t a person.
Like she was a disaster waiting to happen.
Lucien looked grim. “The records are old.”
“That doesn’t make them less horrifying.”
Midnight’s eyes scanned the page again desperately, searching for something—anything—that made this feel less real.
There was none.
Only more notes written beside her bloodline:
unstable hybrid
royal abyss inheritance
emotional catalyst
realm convergence risk
Her breathing turned sharp.
