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Chapter 24: The Walls That Watch

Author: Sam K
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Alara’s POV

The palace felt different the morning Xavier informed me of the council’s latest demand — no, their ultimatum. The tension in the air clung to the walls like frost biting into stone, a warning of something unpleasant creeping its way into our lives.

Aria.

Xavier had already told me everything about the crescent mark two nights ago, after returning from the council — how the partial bond he placed on me wasn’t just a desperate act of claiming but also a protection, a beacon that called to him whenever I was in danger… or distress… or even too far from him. And how the full bond — if completed — would make me untouchable by any council decree.

But until then, the council still believed Aria had some place beside him.

And they wanted her released.

Xavier hated it. It burned in the set of his jaw, in the dangerous simmering glow in his eyes. He had barely slept since telling me the truth, barely left my side except to argue with the elders he’d inherited with the throne.

When h
Sam K

Aria is definitely not my hate radar... How should we make her suffer? Share your ideas with me in the comments below.

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