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Chapter 57

Author: Faryal Javed
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-03 22:08:33

Nathan surfaced from the drugged darkness like a drowning man breaking through ice.

No slow return. No gentle drift into consciousness.

His mind violently snapped awake—because something was wrong. Wrong in a way that his soul recognized before his thoughts could catch up.

Rowan.

His lungs seized. The bond—thin, frayed, barely clinging—flared. Not with comfort, not with recognition… but with panic.

And shame.

A choked sound tore out of him, half-breath, half-animal. His fingers clawed at the blanket as if he could hold himself to the world by force alone. The room tilted, then lurched.

He felt Rowan slipping.

Not fading like a dying ember.

Slipping. Dragged somewhere he didn’t want to go.

“Nathan?” Ivy’s voice was soft, cautious, but threaded with fear. She edged closer, her small hand hovering by his arm, afraid to touch, afraid not to.

He couldn’t answer. Words weren’t built for this kind of pain.

Rowan’s terror hit him first—sharp, breathless, chaotic.

Then came the second wave. Th
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