The Siege Begins
The night was unnaturally quiet. Not a single breeze stirred the trees outside the manor, and the sky was thick with dark clouds, hiding the moon. It felt as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break. Elena stood near the main gates, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched the distant line of torches moving through the forest. Damien’s forces were getting closer. She could feel them—a suffocating, dark presence pressing against the wards surrounding the manor. “They’re testing the barriers,” Selene murmured beside her, her silver eyes narrowed. Elena glanced at her. “Will the wards hold?” “For a while,” Selene said. “But not forever. Damien knows how to break them. It’s only a matter of time.” Elena’s throat tightened. She could f
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