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Chapter Twenty-Four
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Crown of Betrayal Chapter Twenty-Eight
The storm was gone when Elora woke.Not merely faded, but finished — the air beyond the narrow window clean and rinsed, the forest outside washed dark and gleaming beneath a pale morning sky. Light filtered through warped glass in quiet bands, landing across the floor and the foot of the bed like something tentative, careful not to wake her too suddenly.Her body felt heavy.Not with pain — that had dulled into a distant ache — but with the unfamiliar weight of stopping. Of letting herself remain in one place long enough for exhaustion to catch up.Someone had tended her wounds.She remembered impressions rather than moments: steady hands, warmth pressed with careful restraint, a voice murmuring low and even as the sharpest edge of the pull eased just enough for sleep to take her. Whoever the healer was, she hadn’t pushed. Hadn’t asked. Had simply done what was needed and stepped back.The pull still existed.Quieter now. Not the clawing demand it had been on the road, but a constant
Crown of Betrayal Chapter Twenty-Seven
The storm should not have been that strong.Aerin noticed it first—not because the wind howled or the rain thickened, but because the hearth shifted. The flame leaned, stretching low and restless, as if pulled by something outside rather than fed from within.She paused mid-pour, listening.Thunder rolled too close to the ground. Not sharp. Not angry. Heavy. Lost.Tomas came in from the back with an armful of split wood, rain slicking his shoulders, beard darkened with wet. He shook once, slow and deliberate, and frowned toward the door.“Storm wasn’t this bad ten minutes ago,” he said.Aerin hummed softly. She hadn’t thought so either.The Stillroot had weathered worse—storms that bent trees and cracked stone—but this one pressed against the walls like it was searching for something. Wind curled around the building instead of passing on. Rain struck the windows in uneven bursts, then stilled, then struck again.Waiting.Aerin set the mug down and turned her attention back to the room
Crown of Betrayal Chapter Twenty-Six
Dusk settled over Aether like a blessing. The last light filtered through leaves thick as cathedral glass, turning the forest canopy into layered gold and green. Declan Eldritch stood barefoot in the center of the glade, his palm pressed to the moss-covered earth as he drew in a slow breath. Normally, the Verdant Lifeflow answered him with steady warmth — a gentle pulse, a quiet hum of life thriving in harmony.Tonight, it trembled.A shudder rippled through the ground beneath his hand, subtle but unmistakable, as though the roots themselves recoiled from something far beyond Aether’s borders. Declan lifted his head, brows knitting. The air tasted sharp, metallic, as if lightning had struck somewhere distant. He pushed deeper into the Lifeflow, seeking its source, but the forest only quivered again — a murmur of pain threaded through with something darker. Something hungry.And then, just as suddenly, a blinding flash of light seared through the connection. Not harsh, but absolute — a
Crown of Betrayal Chapter Twenty-Five
Evening had settled over Ancnix in a wash of lantern-gold and rising noise. The city was far from sleeping — laughter and music were already spilling through the streets as families and graduates made their way toward the packhouse for the night’s celebration. Footsteps, voices, and the distant pulse of drums drifted through the palace windows, a reminder that the kingdom was gathering above while its true work unfolded below. Inside the King’s study, however, the atmosphere was tighter, warmer, the fire snapping sharply against carved stone as though impatient for what was to come.Gregory stood before the hearth, the flames gilding his cheekbones and jaw, making him appear every bit the sovereign he was born to become. King Earic Forstfang watched him from behind his massive desk, a pleased, predatory smile curving his lips.“Well done, son.” Earic lifted a glass of dark wine, admiring the way it caught the firelight. “You chose wisely. A Terran no one will miss. Young enough to be
Crown of Betrayal Chapter Twenty-Four
The night air tore at Elora’s lungs as she and Kailee stumbled through the narrow streets of Ancnix. Moonlight streaked across their path, blurring into silver as they rushed. Elora’s legs trembled beneath her, each breath a shudder, each heartbeat a blow against the tightening magic in her chest.She didn’t know how long it took them — only that the further they got from the packhouse, the more the burning in her veins dulled. Not gone. Never gone. But muted enough that she could breathe without choking on it.By the time the Jardine home came into view, Elora felt like she was held together by threads. Kailee grabbed her arm when she tripped, her voice cracking. “Lor— just a little more. Just a little.”Elora nodded, though she barely heard her. Everything was muffled now, like she was underwater. The bloodbond pulsed wrong beneath her ribs, claws digging into her heart with each step. She pushed forward anyway.The front door flew open before they reached it.Micah stood in the hal
Crown of Betrayal Chapter Twenty-Three
The packhouse had never felt so bright.Lanterns hung from every carved beam, turning the great hall into a sea of gold. Music pulsed from the far corner—drums and strings braided into a wild, steady rhythm that vibrated up through the floor. The blue-and-silver Fenraen banners along the balcony rail fluttered softly with the movement of so many bodies pressed together.Elora hovered just inside the doorway.Her garnet dress hugged her shoulders, the off-the-shoulder neckline baring the pale sweep of her collarbones. Bronze thread traced the seams in subtle lines, catching lanternlight like molten metal. The skirt flowed when she shifted her weight, pooling around her ankles. Her silver cuffs were cool against her wrists; the bronze earrings Kailee had bought at the mall brushed her neck when she breathed. Her hair fell in loose waves, two small braids pulled back from her face—Kailee’s quick, careful work that morning.It all felt like a costume.Kailee hooked their arms together, wa
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