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Seventy eight: the descendant

Author: Lynda writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-24 13:42:11

Fiona's pov

I stood before the Hollow Gate with my hand still pressed to its edge. The shadows curled around my wrist like vines, soft as silk, cool as ash. Behind the gate, I could feel the press something older than gods and hungrier than grief.

It hadn’t spoken but I felt it watching.

And I knew—I wasn’t the only one changed tonight.

Slowly, I drew my hand back. The gate didn’t close. It didn’t need to. It would remain open for me now, whether I willed it or not. I had touched it. Claimed it. Accepted the inheritance no one else could carry.

It was mine now. The Hollow. The magic. The consequence.

And I was no longer just Fiona.

I didn’t know what I was yet, but it moved inside me like a second heartbeat.

Something tugged at my senses. A flicker of movement. Not physical—emotional.

The bond.

I closed my eyes, reaching inward, tracing the frayed golden thread that had once burned so bright between us. It pulsed faintly. Logan was still alive. Still tethered.

But weaker than before,
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