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The first crack sounded like ice breaking on a river.A sharp, impossible snap through bone walls that were never supposed to bend.Every chain in the cage jerked in the same direction—toward the ceiling—as if something above us had grabbed the entire system and yanked. The floor trembled under my boots. Dust fell in pale sheets from the darkness overhead.My copy stumbled, catching herself against a hanging chain. Her eyes were bright with rage and something else—fear.“You shouldn’t have said it,” she hissed.My wrists still burned where moon-silver had bitten, but the chains around them loosened another fraction, confused, vibrating as if the cage didn’t know who it belonged to anymore.My mother swayed on unsteady legs, blood streaking her sleeves, her mouth still sealed by the cage’s earlier command. She pressed her hands to her chest again like prayer, eyes locked on mine, begging me to remember what shCHAPTER 40 Kieran slammed into me like a storm.His arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me tight—not gentle, not romantic—protective like a cage snapping shut around its prize. The mate bond surged, violent relief flooding my ribs like my body had been starving for this contact even while my mind screamed.The guard’s blade flashed—but Kieran twisted, and the blade cut into Kieran’s shoulder instead of my mother’s throat.Blood splattered warm across my cheek.Kieran grunted, blue eye wide with pain, coal eye bright with delight.Rowan’s voice cracked sharp. “Kieran!”Kieran didn’t let go of me. He tightened his grip, pulling me backward toward the shattered seam of the cage wall like he meant to drag me out through broken bone.“No,” I hissed, digging my heels in.Kieran’s blue eye squeezed shut. “Aria,” he choked, voice ragged, “run—”The coal eye blinked slowly. “Don’t,” it
CHAPTER 39 Kieran stood half in shadow, half in torchlight, and his face looked like a battlefield.One eye blue—real, desperate, human.One eye coal—hungry, amused, inhuman.His mouth trembled, smile pulling in two directions like his skin couldn’t decide who it belonged to.My mate bond snapped tight, vibrating like a wire about to break. Pain stabbed my ribs. I sucked in a harsh breath and tasted iron.Rowan’s guards shifted uneasily. Even they felt it—the wrongness in the air, the way the first cage had changed the rules.Mara’s gaze stayed locked on me, expression sharpening like she was recalculating a plan mid-sentence. Vesper’s wrists strained against restraint as she watched Kieran with a predator’s focus.The Hollow King just smiled.“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “A man split down the middle by desire and law.”“Shut up,” I hissed, but my voice shook.Kieran’s blue eye flashed w
CHAPTER 38 My lungs seized.The Hollow King’s hand was still on my throat, not crushing yet—holding, claiming, forcing me to feel the power in his fingers. Silver eyes gleamed with curiosity as the cage continued cracking around him like a shell splitting under pressure.Outside, Rowan’s voice echoed again, sharper, absolute.“Kill her mother. Now.”My mother’s eyes widened so hard it looked like her soul tried to climb out through them.The seal on her mouth finally broke—not gently, but violently—like the cage itself tore it loose.“No!” she screamed, the sound raw, ragged, furious. “Aria, don’t—”A muffled snarl outside.A blade sliding from a sheath.Mara’s voice, soft as a kiss. “Rowan… we still need her blood.”Rowan answered coldly. “Not if Aria is already inside the cage. Cut the loose thread.”Loose thread.My mother.My stomach flipped. Rage hit li
CHAPTER 37 The first crack sounded like ice breaking on a river.A sharp, impossible snap through bone walls that were never supposed to bend.Every chain in the cage jerked in the same direction—toward the ceiling—as if something above us had grabbed the entire system and yanked. The floor trembled under my boots. Dust fell in pale sheets from the darkness overhead.My copy stumbled, catching herself against a hanging chain. Her eyes were bright with rage and something else—fear.“You shouldn’t have said it,” she hissed.My wrists still burned where moon-silver had bitten, but the chains around them loosened another fraction, confused, vibrating as if the cage didn’t know who it belonged to anymore.My mother swayed on unsteady legs, blood streaking her sleeves, her mouth still sealed by the cage’s earlier command. She pressed her hands to her chest again like prayer, eyes locked on mine, begging me to remember what sh
CHAPTER 36 The priest’s chant vibrated through bone walls like a worm under skin.Runes flared. Chains rattled. The cage woke up fully—hungry, responsive, listening to authority.Rowan’s authority.I felt it in the way the metal at my wrists warmed, in the way the invisible pressure in the room shifted, in the way my copy straightened like she was preparing for ceremony.“This is the part where they kneel,” my copy murmured, almost dreamy. “Where they pretend it’s law and not theft.”My mother shook with silent rage, mouth still sealed, eyes blazing. She pressed her hands to her chest again like prayer, trying to force something through the cage’s control.I couldn’t take my eyes off the chains.If Rowan opened this door while I was bound, he’d drag me out like a trophy.Or worse—he’d make me open something bigger.The bone walls shuddered again.A crack formed near the threshold—thin
CHAPTER 35 Bone walls can’t stop scent.Even sealed, even locked, the first cage leaked bloodscent into the tunnels like smoke through cracks. Outside, the world moved toward it, drawn by hunger and fear and politics.I knew that because the cage let me feel it.Like it wanted me to understand how alone I was.Kieran was out there somewhere, the mate bond pulling like a rope through stone. I felt his desperation flicker—then dull—then sharpen again like the thing wearing him fought for control.Dax was out there too, farther away, his presence quieter now… but heavy. Like a lock that had accepted a key and hated itself for it.And then a new scent hit the cage’s air—sharp, familiar, poison in silk.Alpha Rowan Vale.The moment his scent reached the bone walls, the runes in the cage flared. Not afraid. Respectful. Like the cage knew him.My stomach dropped.Rowan had been here before.







