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Chapter twenty six : under my ergo

Author: Lynda writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-05 19:56:20
Fiona’s pov

The minutes passed in silence.

Then hours.

I refused to cry. I sat with my back to the wall, wrists burning from the cold iron, my throat dry from refusing the meal.

But it wasn’t the pain that broke me.

It was the quiet.

The way I could still feel him through the bond, his anger fading… replaced by something worse.

Guilt, confusion that pull between what he was and what he pretended to be.

I hated that I could still feel him. I curled tighter into myself and then I felt something.

It wasn’t Logan.

It wasn’t Rowan.

It was ally.

A breath on the back of my neck, though no one stood there. A warmth in my chest, blooming like a light.

And a cold voice almost sounded like an echo.

“Daughter of fire and fang.”

I stiffened.

“Daughter of dusk and storm.”

“Who’s there?” I whispered, chest rising.

The chains around my wrists pulsed, not with pain, but with energy. The mark on my collarbone throbbed with light.

“You are not what they made you.”

I stood, shaking.

“You are what was fore
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