Chapter 43: The Relic’s Whisper
Aria’s POV
The room was quiet, save for the sound of my steady breathing as I turned the ancient, crumbling pages of the journal in my hands. The words scrawled in faded ink felt like ghosts, lingering whispers of a story I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear.
The cursed relic.
Its name had haunted my mind since I first saw it referenced in Veyron’s diary. A relic tied to my death, to the unraveling of my past, and maybe even my mate bond. Every lead, every scrap of information pointed me back to it.
I closed the journal and leaned back in my chair, staring at the faint outline of the crescent moon through the frosted window. The packhouse was silent at this hour, most of its residents resting after the latest rogue attack. But sleep eluded me. How could I res
