Chapter thirty eight
The eclipse was a day away. We didn’t sleep. None of us did. The entire stronghold pulsed with tension, warriors sharpening blades, witches chanting protective sigils, and patrols rotating every hour. But despite the preparations, I felt it in my bones—this wasn’t a battle we could win by force. It was one we had to outsmart. Kael stood in the war tent, hands braced against the map table, jaw tight with silent fury. His eyes were darker than usual. Not from lack of sleep, but from the weight of the truth. He was the final piece. His blood. His bond. His love for me—twisted into a weapon. “She’ll use me,” he said. “To sever you from the baby. To destroy everything we’ve built.” “She’ll try,” I replied. “But you won’t be alone.” He looked up at me. “You’re not going with me.” “I am
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