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The Threefold Oath

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Selene

The air in the clearing didn’t go back to normal so much as it stopped pressing on her ribs.

Selene stood with Ronan’s hand still in hers, feeling the aftershocks of what they’d just done—how they’d pushed back not with force, but with refusal. Refusal to believe the worst. Refusal to let the entity rewrite their story.

The cloying sweetness was mostly gone, but not completely. It lingered in thin pockets, like someone had spilled something rotten and tried to cover it up.

Ronan exhaled slowly, and Selene felt the way the breath eased him because she was still too connected to him not to. His shoulders stayed squared, but the hard line at the back of his neck softened.

“It’s… less,” he said, voice rough. “The whispering. It’s fainter.”

Selene didn’t let herself mistake that for peace.

“It’s still here,” she said, and she meant it. Not in the air alone. In the seams. In the places where their magic touched. “It pulled back. That’s all.”

She glanced down at their hands. His skin
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