The moment the bond revealed that he had sealed me, the foundation of everything I believed began to fracture.
The words did not echo, and they did not need to, because they settled into me with a weight that demanded recognition.
The truth did not arrive as confusion or uncertainty. It arrived with clarity so sharp it felt deliberate, as though it had always been there, waiting for this exact moment to be uncovered by him.
My gaze snapped to Kael, searching his face with an urgency I could not contain, needing to find denial, needing to find rejection, needing him to break the truth before it could take hold. He did not move. That stillness became the first c***k in everything I trusted.
Kael did not respond with anger, and he did not shut the revelation down with control. His silence
