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Chapter One-Hundred and Thirteen: Watching Him Ride Away

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 22:37:27

Natasha stood motionless in the quiet tent for a long moment after Damien left, her fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. The phantom warmth of his grip still lingered on her neck, and the bond pulsed with a low, persistent ache that made her chest feel tight.

She hated this.

Hated the stillness.

The waiting.

The enforced idleness while others prepared for war.

But she had given her word.

One battle.

She pressed her palm flat against her wounded shoulder, feeling the tight pull of fresh b
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