"If he touches you, I burn this place to the ground."
Ryvarn stood behind me, voice sharp and low, hands clenched at his sides. I could still feel the warmth of our bond pulsing between us. It hadn't faded. If anything, it was louder now, like a second heartbeat that wouldn't stop screaming his name.
I turned to him, forcing calm into my voice. "He won't lay a hand on me. He still thinks he owns me. Let me show him he doesn't."
He didn't like it, but he nodded. Slowly. I didn’t wait for more. I opened the heavy door.
Two guards stood outside, stiff and silent. One of them looked at the faint glow on my collarbone, then quickly looked away.
"This way," one muttered.
I followed them down the stone corridors of the keep. Everything felt different now. The shadows didn’t press as hard. T
