CHAPTER 3 – THE CLAIM
It slid through him like a spark catching dry flame.
His chest tightened hard, breath catching for half a second as something deeper reacted—something instinctive, possessive, awake.
Heat flared beneath his skin, but it wasn’t rage.
It wasn’t violence.
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It was need.
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Jay Kael’s eyes burned brighter, ember-light sharpening as his focus locked east.
“We’re going.”
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Ronan blinked. “You just—”
“I changed my mind.”
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There was no argument to follow.
There never was.
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But Ronan studied him now, more carefully.
“You don’t care about the treaty.”
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Jay Kael’s head turned slightly, just enough for his gaze to cut sideways—sharp, predatory, controlled.
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“No.”
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A pause.
Measured.
Then—
“What do you care about?”
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Jay Kael turned back toward the horizon.
Toward the pull.
Toward the unknown presence already threading through his blood like it had always been there.
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His jaw tightened once.
Then eased.
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“Whatever that is…”
His voice dropped—lower now, edged with something far more dangerous than anger.
Something certain.
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“It’s mine.”
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🔥 End Chapter 3