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chapter 135
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2026-08-17 13:57:31
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Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 412
Point of View: Kieran"Watch her hands, not her feet. That is where a child loses balance first."I called it across the training yard to Fenn's father, who was teaching three small children to walk the low fence rail without falling, Briar among them, arms out wide, tongue caught between her teeth in fierce concentration. I had stopped on my way to the smithy with a length of harness leather slung over one shoulder, and I was glad I had, because I was close enough to catch her the moment she went over.Almost close enough. Not quite fast enough.She hit the ground hard, and the sharp cry she gave stopped my heart mid beat. I was moving before I finished deciding to move, dropping the leather in the dirt, scooping her up, checking her arms, her head, her small ribs, exactly as I had checked her a hundred times since she learned to walk."I am fine, Papa." She was already laughing through the last of her tears, twisting in my arms to look at her own knee with more curiosity than pain.
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 411
Point of View: Rhen"You should be asleep, and so should I, and yet here we both are."I said it from the archive tent doorway, and Wren looked up from a table buried under three years of border reports, her eyes red rimmed, an oil lamp burning too low beside her elbow. I had only meant to check on Briar one more time before trying to sleep myself. But Briar's window faced the archive tent, and the thin gold light spilling under its flap at four in the morning had pulled me across the yard before I decided to go."I could not stop thinking," Wren admitted, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Sit. You should see this anyway."I crossed the tent and lowered myself onto the stool across from her, my bare feet cold against the packed earth floor. I had thrown a shawl over my nightdress and nothing else, and the chill of the early hour settled into my shoulders while I waited.She turned a small sketch toward me, the one Bram had carried in two days before, a circle split by three
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 410
Point of View: Kieran“The carving is old, Kieran. Older than Briar. Older than the fight on the ridge. And it is still warm to the touch.”The scout said it in a rush, before he had even climbed down from his horse. Bram, from the eastern border patrol, was a young man with mud on his cheek and fear in his eyes. He had ridden all night. We met him at the edge of the camp as the sun came up grey and thin over the roofs, four of us hollow with tiredness, still smelling of the ridge.Rhen had hardly said a word since we came back. She had run straight to Briar’s bed, checked her sleeping face, checked it again, and only then let herself breathe. Briar had woken to find her mother beside her, exactly as promised, and had wrapped both arms around her neck. I had watched from the door and felt my heart do something painful and beautiful.Now Rhen stood next to me in the morning cold, arms folded, listening.“Slow down,” I said. “Where did you find this carving?”“North and east of the old
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 409
Point of View: Rhen“Promise you will come back before I wake up.”Briar whispered it against my neck, her arms wound tight around me, her small body hot and trembling. The evening was going blue outside the window. Behind her, Elara stood waiting in the doorway with a lantern, and Wren sat by the fire, calm as stone, ready to guard the night.“I promise,” I said.“What if you forget?”“I never forget you. Not ever.”“Not even if the hill talks to you?”My heart lurched. I kissed her forehead and held my lips there a moment too long.“I will be back before the moon goes down, my love. I swear on your grandmother’s name.”“Okay.” She sniffled bravely. “Do not hum, Mama.”“I will not.”Elara laid a gentle hand on my shoulder as I passed. “She will be safe. I have never let anyone down at a door in my life.”“I know.” I swallowed hard. “That is exactly why I am leaving her with you.”The ride to the ridge took two hours in the dark. Kieran rode at my side, Dorian and Sable a little behin
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 408
Point of View: Kieran“We are not running,” I told my wife, and I watched her face crumble, because running was exactly what she wanted to do.It was the morning after the note. We stood in the bedroom with the shutters half closed, and Rhen was packing a travel bag with quick, stiff movements. A wool blanket. A loaf of bread. Briar’s wooden wolf. She did not look at me while she did it.“Rhen, put the bag down.”“We can go to the coast. My mother’s cousin had a cottage there. No one would know us.”“Someone already knows us. Someone knows our daughter’s name.”“Then we go farther!” She spun around, and her eyes were wild. “We go where no letters can reach us, where no ash can find a windowsill. I will do anything, Kieran, anything to keep her from standing where I stood!”“Your mother ran,” I said quietly. “And something still found you.”The bag fell from her hands.I did not say it to hurt her. I said it because it was true, and because every kind lie I could have told her would ha
Bound by the Cursed Moon chapter 407
Point of View: Rhen“Mama, sing the one with the crooked words.”I stared down at my daughter in the moonlight. She lay curled in our big bed between Kieran and me, her hair wild against the pillow, her eyes wide open at an hour when she should have been deep in dreams. I had never sung her any song like that.“Which song, my love?”“The one you know. The one that Grandmother hummed when you were small and hurt.”The room went cold, though the fire still glowed in the hearth. Kieran was asleep, or pretending to be, his breathing slow and even. We had moved Briar into our room after the ash on her windowsill, and none of us had slept properly since.“How do you know what Grandmother hummed?”Briar did not answer. She closed her eyes, and her small lips parted, and a soft tune began to spill out of her, low and strange. It wandered up in odd little steps and dropped back down, like someone counting stairs in the dark.I knew it.The knowledge hit me like a wave against the chest. I was
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