Chapter twenty six
The scent of Lucien’s magic filled the temple—like dead roses and ancient blood. I didn’t flinch. Not this time. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said coldly, stepping between him and the altar. “This is sacred ground.” He laughed. “Sacred to who? The gods who let your parents die? The Queen you now defy?” He stepped forward, hand grazing the edge of a blade hidden beneath his cloak. “I’m here under divine permission.” I narrowed my eyes. “Say what you came to say, Lucien.” His face twisted, amused. “You still think this is a choice. That you have control.” “I do.” “Then listen carefully,” he snapped. “You have three days. Return to the Queen. Renounce Kael. Bind your unborn child to the Moon Court. Or I’ll slaughter him where he stands.” Rage exploded in my chest. “If you even touch him
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