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CHAPTER 65 – WHEN THE BOND BLEEDS
Author: pinky grip
last update2026-01-04 16:47:05

Pain was not the first thing Aria felt when consciousness returned.

It was absence.

A hollow space stretched through her chest where warmth should have been, where Rowan’s presence usually burned like a living ember beneath her ribs. The bond was still there she could feel its outline, fragile and aching but it was thin, stretched, strained like a thread pulled too far.

Her breath came uneven as she forced her eyes open.

The abyss had changed again.

The darkness no longer pressed in uniformly. It pulsed, subtle and alive, like a massive heart beating far beneath the ground. The stone beneath her was cracked now, veins of dim shadow-light crawling through it as though the realm itself had been wounded.

She was still bound.

Black chains wrapped her wrists and ankles, heavier than before, their symbols glowing faintly as if they were learning her power, adapting to it. Every slow movement made them tighten, not brutally, but with calculated restraint. They were no longer panicked by her
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