Chapter 58
Author: Gem Lynne
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Keane stood frozen. His breath came in short, ragged bursts as his world crumbled beneath him. He’d been exposed.

The Divine Stone didn’t lie—just like Nathan said. The crowd that once hailed his name now looked at him like a disgrace. He was at rock bottom, and it hurt more than he imagined it would.

His trembling eyes shifted to Braxton, silently pleading for rescue—for some sort of sign that they were still in this together.

But Braxton didn’t even look at him.

He stood stiff, arms folded, eyes fixed on a corner of the hall like Keane didn’t exist. A flicker of disdain passed over his face, quickly masked. Keane felt like a fool—used and discarded.

The silence in the hall stretched painfully.

“I—” Keane started, then swallowed hard. His voice cracked. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

Gasps rippled through the gathering like wind in dry leaves.

Taylor’s grandfather furrowed his brows, stepping forward with heavy steps. “What did you just say?”

Keane’s shoulders slumped. “I… I lied. I didn’t sense
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