MasukGadreel led them deeper into the second chamber, the air growing colder and more sterile with every step. His voice echoed softly through the cavernous space.“Two decades ago, every attempt failed,” he said, his hands clasped behind his back. “We believed Azara had cursed only our women. But we were wrong. The curse touched us men as well.”He drew a slow breath before lifting his gaze. “Our seed could no longer take root.”The High King said nothing. Neither did Vaelis.They simply followed, listening as Gadreel continued deeper into the chamber.Gadreel slowed his pace and glanced back at his two companions. “Five years ago,” he continued, “through magical intervention, I managed to cultivate the first viable spark of life.”He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “But it did not survive.”The High King’s expression remained composed, yet a flicker of interest stirred behind his silver-and-gold eyes.Gadreel finally came to a stop before a small cot positioned beneath a canopy of protect
Gadreel stood at the foot of the stone steps, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared into the gray morning.The air was cold enough to bite at his cheeks despite the heavy cloak draped around his shoulders. Behind him, the keep loomed like a silent sentinel. Its gray walls were thick, its towers watchful, and the Scions guarding its gates stood as motionless as gargoyles.This place lay hidden deep in the outskirts of Selenhal, a secret among secrets. No one entered without permission.Gadreel shifted his weight, a mixture of excitement and nerves tightening in his chest.Then he straightened at once as he felt that familiar hum of magic.At first, it was faint, a subtle vibration that seemed to resonate through his bones. The air shimmered, bending light into rippling waves that danced across the ground. A heartbeat later, a swirling portal tore itself open before him.From its center stepped a tall, lean figure, his long hair as dark as midnight swept back by the wind and th
ANWEN'S POVMy lips still tingled, swollen from the lingering pressure of the kiss.I could feel the faint sting where his teeth had grazed me, and for a moment I was terrified the old cut on my lower lip might split open again. I lifted trembling fingers to my mouth, brushing lightly over the tender skin as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.Fenric had kissed me. And worse, I had kissed him back. That thought sent a fresh wave of heat rushing into my face. I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't how it was supposed to feel.I sat there, frozen in place, my breath uneven and my thoughts hopelessly scattered. I had always imagined that if a monster like him ever touched me that way, it would feel wrong. Violating.Like something I would want to scrub from my skin afterward.Yet when I searched myself for those feelings, I found none of them.Only warmth. Only goosebumps racing across my skin.I was still struggling to process it all when Fenric’s hands settled on my waist
ANWEN'S POVThe bathwater was warm, but I couldn’t stop shivering.No matter how many times I submerged myself, no matter how tightly I wrapped my arms around my ribs, the chill kept crawling up my spine.It wasn’t the cold. It was the thought of what would happen tonight.I sank lower into the water, letting it lap at my shoulders as I tried to steady my breathing. My mind kept circling back to Fenric, replaying the day in jagged fragments I couldn’t quite piece together.One moment, he had been gentle—almost warm. The next, he had turned into something volatile and dangerous.I didn’t understand it. I had only wanted to say goodbye properly. To hold Arlo one last time before he was cast out of the kingdom forever.But something about it had made Fenric snap, and his mood had remained grim for the entire ride home.He hadn’t spoken a single word.He’d pushed the horse so hard that, at times, it had felt almost like flying on Rhydan’s dragon. But I didn't dare complain.When we reach
ANWEN'S POVFenric swung down from the saddle first, landing gracefully. Then his hands settled on my waist, and he lifted me down from the horse.The moment my boots touched the ground, I turned to him, my heart suddenly pounding far too hard against my ribs. “You… you’re letting Arlo go?” The words came out thin, trembling, as if they weren’t entirely convinced they were real.Fenric looked down at me. His smile held none of its usual teasing spark, no crooked grin waiting to pounce on my fluster.“Your birthday present,” he said.Before I could react, he took my hand and started leading me toward the fortress entrance. “I told you I’d do everything in my power to set him free.”I couldn’t breathe. Not properly. My chest felt too tight, my thoughts too tangled.For weeks, I had started to believe he was only dangling hope in front of me—keeping Arlo’s freedom just out of reach to ensure my obedience.But he had done it. He had actually kept his promise.I stared at him, still strug
ANWEN'S POV“Seriously, where are we going?” I asked Fenric for what was probably the fifteenth time.He glanced down at me as he carried me through Blackreach.“Do you ever tire yourself out, Anwen?” he asked with a grin. “Because I’m exhausted on your behalf.”Every attempt to get an answer earned me the same infuriating response: silence, a smug smile, or outright refusal.So by the time we reached the lower levels of Blackreach, I had finally given up asking questions.I let him carry me out of the fortress, through the winding stone corridors of the labyrinth, until the cold forest air brushed against my face.Only then did he set me down.We walked into the forest together. At the edge of the trees, something waited.An enormous horse.A glossy black creature so tall that its withers nearly reached Fenric’s shoulder. It looked almost unreal standing there in the shadows, its dark mane stirring softly in the breeze.The horse lifted its head and fixed its gaze on me, as though as







