CHAPTER TEN
Author: Dinah Bella
last update2025-12-22 12:28:12

POV: Kael

A new message arrived with the dawn.

Not a summons this time. Not a threat or a demand. Something different. Personal. The symbols burned into my consciousness with a signature that made my heart seize without understanding why.

She’s coming.

The message didn’t need to explain who “she” was. My body knew. My cells knew. Some part of me that existed below memory, below consciousness, reacted to those two words with a mixture of longing and terror that made no rational sense.

The one wh
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