Chapter thirty six
The moon was full and heavy that night, watching like a silent god as we gathered in the temple ruins. No grand castle. No jeweled court. Just stone, sky, and fire. Kael stood before me in black ceremonial armor, gold thread woven into the edges of his cloak, his eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice low. “No,” I whispered. “But I’ve never been more sure of you.” Our hands were bound with fire-silk, a thread only bonded mates could hold without burning. The priestess spoke in the Old Tongue, and though I didn’t understand every word, I felt them in my bones. “Two flames become one,” she said. “And from them, the fire of the future will rise.” Kael took my hands. “From this day on, I am yours. Even if the world ends.” “And I am yours,” I rep
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