CHAPTER ONE — CAIN'S POV
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He hated the moon.
It watched him.
Mocked him.
Reminded him.
Cain stood on the balcony, his jaw clenched as the crimson light spilled across his skin.
The mark on his chest pulsed beneath his shirt, alive with a constant, irritating heat.
Ten years.
Ten years of searching.
Ten years of failure.
“She’s out there.”
The voice came from behind him—calm, steady.
His father.
King Lorcan.
Cain didn’t turn.
“Or she’s dead.”
“Then you would be too.”
Silence stretched between them.
Heavy.
Unspoken things pressing at the edges.
“I will not be controlled by a curse,” Cain said finally, his voice low and dangerous.
Lorcan stepped closer.
“This isn’t about control.
It’s about balance.”
“It’s about weakness.”
“And yet,” Lorcan said quietly, “you still haven’t broken it.”
That struck.
Cain turned sharply, his eyes flashing gold.
“Don’t lecture me about power.”
“I’m not,” Lorcan replied calmly.
“I’m reminding you that power without restraint is exactly what created this fate.”
Cain laughed.
Cold. Hollow.
“You mean her.”
Neither of them said Bella’s name.
But it was there.
Between them.
Always.
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