The council didn’t flinch.
Not when Kael unsheathed his blade.
Not when I stepped beside him, bare-throated and bleeding from the ancient bond I had just reforged in front of them.
They only watched.
As if waiting for something bigger.
“We didn’t come to fight,” the envoy said calmly.
Kael growled, voice low. “You’ll get one anyway.”
But the councilor smiled. “We came to make her an offer.”
That was when I felt it—a pull, deep in my gut. Not from Kael. Not from the unborn children inside me.
But from something older.
Older than bloodlines. Older than bonds.
My knees wobbled, and I braced against Kael’s arm.
“They’re using a pull spell,” Dren hissed behind us. “A summoning chant. They’re trying to draw her out.”
Kael didn’t ask.
He moved.
Faster than the council expected.
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