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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE — After the Storm, the Holding
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Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Eighteen
Selene:I wake in pieces.Not broken—just scattered, like parts of me are returning at different speeds. Sensation comes first: warmth at my back, steady and solid; cool air brushing my face; the faint ache in my limbs that tells me I pushed far past endurance.Then sound. Breathing. Two rhythms, not one.I don’t open my eyes right away.The Axis hums beneath it all, low and altered. Not absent. Not raging.Integrated.The knowledge settles into me slowly, heavy and sobering. Whatever I did—whatever we did—rewrote something fundamental. The world didn’t end. The lattice didn’t shatter.But it changed.My chest tightens with something like grief.Rowan’s arm is around me, firm and protective even in sleep, his breath warm against my hair. Lucien is close too—I don’t need to see him to know that—his presence a cool, watchful line along my awareness, like a wall that hasn’t lowered yet.I
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Seventeen
Selene POV:I feel the moment command stops being enough.It doesn’t happen all at once. There’s no dramatic crack, no sudden collapse. Just a slow, grinding realization as the wardstone’s hum rises again—higher this time, sharper—and the Axis answers me with strain instead of harmony.They learned.The enemy tightens the lattice pinch with brutal precision, compressing not just power, but time. I feel it in the village—children crying again, adults clutching their heads, the ground vibrating like a held scream.Lucien’s reinforcement shudders.I’m still holding.But now I’m bleeding.Not blood—heat. Desire coils hard and tight in my body, no longer a quiet presence but a loaded weapon. The bond surges, hungry and alive, responding to the pressure like it’s been waiting for permission to burn.Rowan stands frozen at the threshold, hands clenched, eyes blazing. Lucien is rigid beside me, control drawn so
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Sixteen
Selene POV:I decide before the messenger arrives.That’s how I know it’s mine.The Axis has been humming tighter all day—not unstable, not flaring, but attentive, like it can feel the lattice strain along the southern edge even when the wardstones don’t yet scream. The enemy is careful. They don’t want alarms. They want need.Need is quieter than panic. It slips into people first.By the time the knock comes, I’m already dressed in traveling leathers, cloak clasped at my throat, crown set firmly on my head. I’m not going to the villages to “save” them. I’m going to do something more dangerous.I’m going to show the enemy that I can move without being moved.The door opens and the messenger bows so low his forehead nearly touches the stone. “Your Majesty—”“I know,” I say, calm enough that his eyes lift in startled relief. “Which village?”He swallows. “Brine Hollow. The wardstone there is—” He glances
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Fifteen
Selene POV:The night does not give me answers.It gives me clarity.I sit on the floor of my chamber with my back against the stone wall, the crown resting in my lap instead of on my head. Moonlight spills across the floor in pale bands, catching the metal and turning it silver-blue. The Axis hums softly, not demanding, not urging—simply present, like it has learned the difference between hunger and patience.I wish I could say the same for my body.The heat in me is no longer subtle. It doesn’t spike or surge, but it doesn’t fade either. It lives in my blood now, a steady warmth that makes every breath feel deliberate, every movement feel weighted with consequence. I do not mistake it for weakness.But I no longer pretend it is neutral.Lucien was right. Rowan was right. Waiting has become a variable.I close my eyes and breathe through it, letting awareness settle instead of pushing it down. The Axis responds instantly—not tightening, not flaring,
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Fourteen
Selene:The first sign is not magic.It’s people.I feel it in the citadel before anyone speaks it aloud—the subtle shift in footfalls, the way servants hesitate an extra heartbeat before approaching me, the way guards look to one another instead of directly to me when they report in.Fear has a texture.This is not panic. It’s anticipation.The Axis hums beneath my skin, steady but alert, like a blade held at the ready. I do not feel unstable. I do not feel pushed.Which means this pressure isn’t aimed at me.That realization lands cold and precise in my chest.“Say it,” I tell the messenger kneeling before me.He swallows. “The southern villages, Your Majesty. The wardstones didn’t fail—they… shifted.”Lucien stills beside me.Rowan’s shoulders tense immediately.“Shifted how?” I ask.“They’re drawing power,” the messenger continues, voice shaking despite h
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Rowan POV:I don’t leave the citadel.I tell myself it’s vigilance. Patrol. Habit.It’s not.It’s the ache.Not sharp. Not desperate. Just there—constant as my pulse. Selene’s scent lingers everywhere now, not because she’s marking the place, but because the Axis has folded her presence into its bones. Every corridor smells faintly of frost and fire, of restraint and warmth.Of her.Lucien finds me on the eastern rampart as the sun sinks low, staining the clouds the color of old blood.“You’re pacing,” he says.I stop, turning slowly. “I’m standing.”“Your boots have worn a groove into the stone,” he replies mildly.I snort under my breath. “Then the stone should learn faster.”Lucien’s mouth curves faintly—not amused, exactly, but aware. He leans against the parapet with infuriating ease, gaze flicking briefly toward the horizon before returning to me.“You’re angry,
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