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Chapter Twenty-Eight – Bound in Ashes and Breath
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Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER THIRTEEN — Where Devotion Breaks Open
Rowan hadn’t stopped trembling. Even after the infection burned away. Even after his breathing steadied. Even after Selene’s magic settled into a warm, golden glow inside him. He lay against her, head resting on her thigh, eyes half-lidded but bright with something rawer than pain. Fear. Need. Relief so powerful it left him unguarded. Lucien lingered near the doorway of the sanctuary room, giving them space without stepping too far away. He watched Rowan with sharp silver eyes—calculating, concerned, but also softened in a way he rarely allowed Selene to see. The bond pulsed between the three of them, different now. Stronger. Hungrier. Almost alive. Rowan swallowed hard and whispe
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER TWELVE — The Price of Protection
Morning—if it could be called that beneath the thick canopy—arrived softly in Lucien’s sanctuary. The enchanted fire dimmed to a warm glow. Rowan slept heavily against Selene’s shoulder, his breathing deep and even. Lucien remained awake on her other side, watching over them both like a silent sentinel. For a moment, everything was peaceful. Then Rowan jolted awake with a strangled gasp. Selene nearly jumped. “Rowan—?” Rowan lurched forward, coughing violently, one hand clutching his ribs. Pain rippled across his face in a way he couldn’t hide. Lucien materialized at his side instantly. “You’re not healed.” “I’m fine,” Rowan insisted. He wasn’t. Selene reached for him and froze when her fi
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER FOURTEEN — What Remains After
Morning crept into the sanctuary slowly, as if afraid to disturb what had settled there overnight.The enchanted fire burned low and steady, its last embers glowing like watchful eyes, its warmth softened by pale dawn filtering through the high windows. Dust motes drifted lazily through the air, catching the light, suspended in a fragile peace that felt earned rather than accidental.Selene woke wrapped in warmth—Rowan’s solid presence at her back, Lucien’s quiet stillness at her front.She didn’t move at first.She listened.The sanctuary breathed around them. Stone cooling. Fire whispering. The faint, distant call of morning birds daring to return to the world.Rowan’s breathing was deep and even now, no longer strained or fevered. One arm curved around her waist, instinctive and unguarded, holding her as if the world could not touch her while she was there. His chest rose and fell against her spine, steady and real, groun
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER TEN — Sanctuary in the Pines
Theron vanished the way shadows do— swiftly, silently, leaving the forest colder in his wake. Rowan stood bristling long after he was gone, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Lucien’s shadows swirled around him, restless but controlled. Selene felt it immediately: They were both at their breaking point. The river attack, the king’s emergence, the prophecy twisting tighter around them— they couldn’t take another blow. And neither could she. Rowan staggered slightly. Just a shift in weight—barely noticeable—but Selene caught it. Blood trickled down his arm. Shadows still clung to his ribs where the spirits had dragged him under. “Rowan,” she whispered, “you’re hurt.” “I’m fine,” he said, too quickly. Lucien sighed softly. “He’s lying.”
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER NINE — The Wolf Inside
The forest was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet— the wrong kind. The kind that hummed with leftover magic and the weight of prophecy. Rowan walked ahead of her, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so hard she could see the muscle ticking from behind. His shirt was torn from the river’s grasp, blood streaking his side. He didn’t seem to notice. Lucien shadowed her steps, silent, his presence colder than usual—as if he were thinking too hard, feeling too much, calculating too many things at once. Selene followed between them, feeling the bond pull at her ribs like a tether fraying under strain. No one spoke. Not until Rowan stopped abruptly. He turned toward Selene so suddenly the air vibrated with tension. His amber eyes glowed brightly—brighter than she’d ever seen—and not entirely from the moonlight. It was something deeper.
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER ELEVEN — Warmth in the Dark
The sanctuary settled around them like a living lullaby. The fire in Lucien’s hearth crackled quietly, flames shifting between soft blue and silver. Outside, the pine forest whispered in gentle waves, no longer echoing with threats, spirits, or prophecies. For the first time in what felt like months, Selene’s lungs didn’t hurt when she breathed. The air slipped in easily, no longer sharp or crushing, no longer filled with panic and pressure. Her chest rose and fell without resistance, without fear, as if the weight she’d been carrying had finally loosened its grip—just enough to let her remember what relief felt like.Rowan dozed lightly beside her—no longer wolf, no longer warrior, just a man leaning against her shoulder, exhaustion softening every sharp edge of him. His breathing had evened into slow, steady pulls of air, the tension that usually coiled through him fina
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