Chapter thirty five
That night, I bled magic. Not blood—magic. It slipped from my fingertips in blue sparks as I lay in bed, Kael’s arm heavy over my waist, my stomach warm beneath his touch. But I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alaric—burning in flame, eyes filled with betrayal. When I finally drifted off, the dreams came swiftly. But they weren’t mine. I stood in a field of ash, beneath a sky that bled silver. Ahead, the Queen waited. She was even more terrifying in dream than in life. Her gown was woven from shadows. Her eyes were white voids, empty of soul, empty of mercy. “Did you enjoy our reunion, little flame?” I tried to speak, but no words came. “You think this story is about love,” she said, stepping closer. “But love is just the bait. You are the trap.” I c
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