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The keep felt different in the hours before dawn.It was not silence that wrapped its stone walls, but a kind of held breath, as though the very foundations of Kaelith knew the council would soon wake to blood and knives hidden in words.Elaria watched the fire burn low from the edge of the bed. Every word of her well prepared speech was already engraved into her memory as her fingers played with the parchment she had penned the previous evening. She didn’t need the words in ink anymore. They were in her bones.She was unable to let it go, though.Draven moved and the sheets rustled behind her. His presence filled the room like heat emanating from a fireplace, and she felt his stare before turning. He climbed out of bed, his chest exposed and scarred, every part of him etched by fights long before she had been thrown into this one.“You haven’t slept,” he said, voice low with sleep and steel.Elaria shook her head. “I can’t. If I close my eyes, I see the chamber already. I see Rhov
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The chambers were still lit when Elaria rose.Beside her, Draven slept, his wide chest rising and falling in a steady beat, as if his body had been aching for a break after too many days of stress. In the firelight, a tiny shine appeared on the scar across his ribcage. His hand still groped for her where she had been, even in sleep.She stayed for a while, seeing the wolf that had turned into her fulcrum. Curling into the warmth and losing herself in the delusion that the world outside these walls no longer pressed in was the allure of slipping back under the furs.But illusion would not save them.The council would reconvene in two nights. Rhovan would come armed with more than words. The weapon he had been implying, the blade he had not yet drawn, was somewhere in his arsenal. Getting him out in the open initially was necessary if she hoped to have any control over what happened.So she pulled her cloak around her shoulders, quiet as a shadow, and left Draven’s side.The corrido
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Even after Elaria and Draven left, the council chamber continued to reverberate with voices raised.Only sputtering flames and the pale wash of dawn filtering in through small stone windows illuminated the thankfully dark passageways outside. Their footsteps were heavy, and their stillness was one of weight rather than ease. As wolves and attendants hurried by, some made brief bows, while others gave cautious nods or glares of distrust.Elaria walked with her red robes whispering around her ankles, her chin held high. Inside, the strain of keeping herself together made her chest hurt. Even though there had been no blades used in the battle that day, she was more bruised than any fighter.Her ears were still plagued by Rhovan's seductive, poisonous voice: When silence reigns, corruption spreads. Fear is proof enough.As if feeling the idea, Draven's hand clenched around hers. He remained silent until they arrived at the seclusion of their rooms, the heavy door shutting with a las
Bound to the Enemy’s Bed Chapter 74
Long shadows were formed on the chamber walls by the modest fire in the hearth. Elaria wore a flimsy robe that slipped off one shoulder as she sat at the edge of the bed with her hair unfastened. After the Circle's trial, her body pleaded for her to sleep, and the pain in her bones was constant, but her thoughts wouldn't stop.Beside her, Draven slept fitfully, his face turned to the open window where the moonlight flowed in, his breath heavy. His body was tense even when he was at rest, and his hand was curled as though it were about to grasp a weapon. She understood that the Circle had shook him, even though he would never acknowledge it. The bond had tested them both, dragged them to the edge of breaking, and though they had survived, Rhovan had twisted survival into accusation.Elaria reached for the small table at her side. Scribbled notes from rushed study nights, shreds of parchment etched with laws older than memory, and scrolls were all over the place. She read the words
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The silence after the Circle shattered was brief, fragile as glass.Then the chamber erupted.Shouts crashed over each other, a storm of voices echoing against the stone. Some snarled, some pointed, and some raised their hands as if they had won the battle as the wolves rushed to their feet. Draven and Elaria's relationship remained intact, as shown by the faintly shimmering golden afterglow of the tether between them, but the whispers of shadow had already set their hooks deep.“She brought corruption!”“No, you saw it burn away—!”“Witchcraft—”“Stronger than any bond we’ve seen in generations—”The elders struck their staves against the floor, desperate to rein in order, but the chamber boiled with fury, fear, awe.Rhovan did not rush. His silver hair shone in the torchlight as he stood erect in the middle, his face as composed as a predator waiting for its victim to falter. He held up his hand. The noise diminished in ragged gasps, lingering growls fading into tense stillness.“
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The drums did not stop. A terrible reminder that the sun was slipping toward its demise, they pounded across the stronghold like a second heartbeat, each blow echoing through stone and marrow.In their chamber, silence pressed down heavier than the noise outside. Because her hands needed something to do, Elaria perched on the side of the narrow bed with her healer's kit open in front of her, not because she would be permitted to use it in the circle. She sharpened blades, lined up herbs, and rearranged and rearranged until the crushed leaves' bitter tang irritated her nostrils.Draven watched from the doorway. He had been silent for a few minutes, his presence a threatening tempest confined to the little room. Every time he moved, his golden eyes caught the little light that came in from a window's high slit and glinted like molten metal.After hours of stress, he eventually stated in a low voice, "If you keep turning those vials, you'll wear grooves into them.”She didn't raise her
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