The three of them—Mae, Ashar, and Riven—walked deeper into the hills beyond the restored castle grounds, where shimmering grass grew thick between cracks of obsidian-like stone, and the air shimmered faintly with the last remnants of what used to be a broken world. Ashar was ahead, moving silently through the trees, checking terrain, scanning for anything alive—or dangerous. Riven hung back beside Mae, more alert than he let on, his usual humor muted under a quiet tension. For a while, they walked in silence. Then Riven said, softly, “You know… I didn’t even want to be at that auction.” Mae glanced sideways. “Then why were you there?” He gave a half-laugh. “Ashar was curious. Not like, hey let’s buy a slave curious—but curious about why the Council put that kind of price on someone they said was ‘defective.’ He was already suspicious.” He shrugged. “I was just bored.” She raised a brow. “And now?” Riven exhaled. “Now I’m... less bored." Mae smiled faintly. But his voic
She didn’t turn around, but she spoke. “You followed me.” A beat of silence. “I always would,” he said simply. Mae looked up at the sky, blinking back the feeling in her throat. “It’s beautiful. What we made.” Ashar moved beside her—not close enough to touch. Just near. “You made it,” he said quietly. “I just brought the spark.” She looked down at her hands, still glistening faintly with traces of energy. “I didn’t ask for this.” He nodded. “Neither did I.” Another silence stretched between them. Not heavy. Just… truthful. Then, softly— “Do you hate me for it?” she asked. Ashar’s voice was low, but sure. “No. I’ve feared this moment my entire life… and somehow, it feels like peace.” Mae turned to him then. He wasn’t looking at her. He was watching the sky. But his hand rested between them, on the grass. Close. Not touching. But close. Mae stared at his hand. Not touching her. Just there. Close enough to feel the warmth between them, like gravity that hadn’t dec
The Sanctum dimmed after the vision ended, but the air remained charged. Everyone stood frozen—each one reeling. Then— “Get out.” Riven’s voice sliced clean through the silence. Kaine blinked. “Excuse me?” Riven took a step forward, eyes dark. “You looked at her like a weapon. A threat. I saw it in every one of you.” His voice cracked with something too raw to name. “So get. Out.” Sethis frowned but didn’t argue. Lucien lingered for a moment—studying Mae, then Ashar—before nodding silently and ushering the others out. The door sealed behind them, humming with finality. Now, it was just Mae, Ashar, and Riven—in the heart of the sanctum, surrounded by ancient memory and possibility. Riven turned to Mae, softer now. “Do you want the truth?” he asked. “Not pieces, not guesses. The whole thing—from when Ashar’s people fell... to when you formed. What happened the day he came into this dimension... and what that did to you.” Mae’s eyes burned with unshed tears. She nod
Ashar moved like the air bent for him.Mae clung to his shoulders, not out of fear. Not exactly but because the vibrations of the castle were inside her now. The walls no longer echoed around her, they responded to her.Her skin hummed like a current was running beneath it. Every pulse of energy in the stone, every flare of ancient script—they were speaking. Not in words, but recognition.It knows me.Ashar’s jaw was locked, the tension in his arms telling her more than words ever could. Not fear. Purpose.He wasn’t running from the reaction.He was running toward something.But even Mae could tell—he didn’t know what.They turned a sharp corner through the main corridor of the eastern wing—a hallway long abandoned, its walls dust-covered and cold—until suddenly...The floor shifted.Mae gasped as Ashar came to an abrupt stop. Beneath them, smooth stone cracked along invisible seams. Lines of light shot from the floor, arcing up the walls like living veins.The wall in front of them b
Mae stirred first. Warmth surrounded her—deep, enveloping warmth that wasn’t just the blankets layered over her body. It wasn’t the type of heat that came from a fire or the rising sun. No, this was more intimate. Personal. Felt. The steady rhythm of breathing. The subtle brush of skin against skin. Her eyes blinked open slowly, heavy with sleep. Her lashes fluttered as her vision adjusted to the soft light filtering in through the windows of her room. That’s when she realized—she wasn’t alone. A strong arm was tucked beneath her neck. Another was draped over her middle, resting protectively across her waist with a hand spread over her stomach like it had always belonged there. Her breath hitched. Her back was pressed flush to someone else’s chest. Solid. Warm. Steady. A heartbeat thudded softly behind her, strong and measured. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Ashar. The realization made her stomach flip. A mixture of heat and nerves rippled through her
The air between them pulsed with heat and silence. Stillness wrapped around them like a cocoon, holding them in that fragile, tender place where the kiss had just been—where everything had just changed. Mae’s breath shuddered softly. Her heart raced, not from fear, but from the raw weight of what just happened—and what didn’t. Ashar was still close. So close. His hand lingered at her neck, thumb tracing the edge of her jaw like he was memorizing the moment. And then... He whispered. “I’m sorry.” The words broke the silence like ripples in water—gentle, but deep. Mae blinked, confused. “For what?” His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. “That.” A pause. “I’ve wanted to do that since the auction. I want to do more, but we can't. ” Her breath caught in her throat. Her lips still tingled where his sking touched. “When you looked at me.” His fingers flexed slightly. “It felt like I heard you... not out loud. But in my mind. You said ‘come here.’ Like you