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Chapter 23

Penulis: Lydia
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Jude’s POV

The first thing I felt was the shift.

I was deep in the archives again, the real ones—under the manor, beneath stone that hadn’t been touched in centuries. I was searching for something. Anything. Clues. Warnings. Proof of what Raymond was becoming. But then the air snapped.

It was like a pulse. A heartbeat that didn’t belong to the world I stood in.

Something breached the wards.

Something old.

I shot upright, slamming the ancient tome closed. The lanterns flickered. The shadows on the walls twisted like they were trying to crawl away from the very thing I now sensed upstairs.

They had come early.

Too early.

Fuck.

I was moving before my thoughts could even catch up. Through the stone corridors, boots pounding like war drums. I burst through the cellar doors and into the main hall—just in time to smell blood.

Not human blood.

Not mine.

Realm-blood.

Thick. Cold. Ancient.

I caught the scent of fire magic too, laced with sulfur and ash. I knew that stench. It meant one thing:

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