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66. The Devil You Saved

Penulis: Ramish
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-23 22:28:30

The ruins of the old temple still bled warmth from the fires they’d lit to keep the chill at bay.

The air smelled of burnt herbs, wet stone, and blood.

Alder knelt beside the wounded body of Varek — or what was left of him — her hands stained red as she wrung a damp cloth and wiped his shoulder. The gash across his chest pulsed faintly with unnatural light, threads of black smoke curling from beneath his skin like living veins.

For a long while, neither spoke. The only sound was the fire crackling in the corner — low, uneven, like a dying heartbeat.

Then, the voice came — deep, steady, too calm for the wounded body it inhabited.

“You wear guilt well.”

Alder froze, her eyes rising to meet him. The shift was immediate — the soft amber that once belonged to Varek now glowed molten red, faint embers dancing at their core.

Khaenat was awake.

He studied her with quiet amusement, and though his tone was controlled, it carried a heat that stirred something deeper than fear.

“You wear him.good
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