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Chapter 97
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Chains Of The Heart Chapter 97
Sereia and Cassian Mercer departed first.Damian had given them clear instructions—rebuild what was broken. Borders. Trust. Whatever could still be salvaged without spilling more blood. Sereia left already calculating costs and casualties. Cassian left with plans for words instead of weapons. Together, they were damage control in human form.When the doors finally closed behind them, the chamber exhaled.So did Damian.It was subtle—just a loosening of his shoulders, the faintest release of tension—but Nathan saw it. Ivy did too. You didn’t grow up Cross without learning how to read silence.Damian turned immediately. “Lucian. Inform the prophet. He gets the full account of this meeting. No omissions.”Lucian grimaced. “He’ll hate that.”“All the better,” Damian replied. “Let him arrive irritated instead of curious.”Lucian inclined his head and left, already muttering about saints and headaches.Damian then looked to Alessio. “Begin preparations for departure. Quietly. I want the sit
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Edric Holt did not look impressed.“The Dravens,” he repeated slowly, tasting the name like it might be counterfeit. “You expect us to believe one of the oldest, most insular families in existence has suddenly taken an interest in our internal rot because—what—some spilled blood?”Damian didn’t bristle.He turned his head slightly. “Bring it.”Lucian stepped forward and placed a small lacquered box on the table. He didn’t open it.He didn’t have to.Damian spoke instead.“A Freeman Maple leaf appeared on my
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Damian didn’t waste the quiet.“Lucian,” he said, already moving, already done waiting. “I want every family contacted. Personally. No letters passed through clerks, no softened language. You will tell them the truth—where their kin were, how they died, and why.”Lucian’s mouth tightened. “That will make enemies.”Damian looked at him. “They already exist. At least this way, they won’t be blind.”Lucian inclined his head once and turned on his heel. “I’ll need more ink. And less sleep.”“Luxury,” Damian said mildly. “You’ll survive.”
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The static thickened.It wasn’t sound anymore—it was pressure, like the air had turned to invisible hands pressing down on throats, on ribs, on the very marrow of the room. The candles trembled in their holders, flames bending low as if frightened to stand upright.Ezekiel’s body jerked once.Then, slowly—unnaturally—he turned.His eyes were still rolled back.Only white.No pupil.No iris.Just blank, staring void.Lucian took one instinctive step back.Alessio’s hand slid fully to his blade.Damian didn’t move at all.The prophet’s mouth opened.And when he spoke, it wasn’t Ezekiel’s voice.It was older.Rougher.A voice that sounded like parchment tearing in a cathedral—dry, echoing, layered with something that didn’t belong in mortal lungs.“Hearken, O King of Obsidian…”
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Alessio’s voice came out sharp, immediate—protective in the way only family could be when the threat wasn’t a blade but a sentence.“Rowan Mercer is still unstable,” he snapped. “His body is recovering, his mind is recovering—if you’re implying the Dravens want him dragged into some ritual or prophecy—”Ezekiel’s mouth curved.Not kind. Not cruel.Amused.“Lord Alessio,” he said smoothly, “it was a guess.”Alessio froze, like he’d been baited and only realized it after his teeth were already in the hook.Ezekiel tilted his head. “A ver
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Alessio didn’t touch the leaf.Not because he feared it would burn him—though it very well might—but because some things felt like they belonged to rules older than hands.Damian stood over it like a man staring down a blade left on his table by a god.“They’ve never contacted us,” Alessio murmured, voice low.Damian’s eyes stayed on the Freeman Maple. “Not in my lifetime.”“Not in mine either,” Alessio admitted. “And I’ve seen three kings, one civil war, and a hundred quietly buried disasters.”Damian’s jaw tightened. “So. Why now?”Alessio exhaled sharply through his nose. “That’s the question I don’t like.”Damian paced once, slow and controlled, like he was testing the boundaries of his own anger. “The Dravens don’t care about borders. They don’t care about barons. They don’t care about noble scandals.”His voice dropped.“So either something has happened that affects them… or something is about to happen that will.”Alessio’s gaze flicked to Damian. “And you think you’re the cent
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