Chapter seventy one
Author: Bliss
last update2025-08-26 21:22:16

The rain pounded harder, flooding the ground under their feet, but Kael and Selene didn’t move.

Neither could. The air between them was too thick, heavy with words unspoken and emotions they both refused to admit.

Kael’s fingers twitched by the hilt of his sword.

Not because he wanted to draw it, but because the weight of it was the only thing tethering him to reality. Selene’s eyes, wild and burning, looked like a storm of their own, and for a moment, he swore she wasn’t Dareth’s daughter but a reflection of the fire inside him.

They both carried the same fate.

Revenge, anger, and most of all, the desire to kill their tormentors. Kael knew who he wanted to kill so badly, but then he wasn't sure who the girl in front of him wanted dead. But he could feel the dark energy that was radiating off her.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” Kael finally muttered, his voice low, almost trembling. “Not to me. Not when you carry his blood.”

Selene stepped closer. The rain had plastered her
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