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Chapter 85

Author: Lydia
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-22 03:02:44

Jude's POV

"They will use him to try to hurt you."

I heard a voice in the dark space on the other side of the council chamber doors. There were two Lords, supported on each other, in cloaks beside the stone. They had not noticed me yet.

“Raymond is weak,” one of them murmured. “He was born human, and his links are weak. If we strike there, Jude will fail.”

"He has waited too long," the other said softly. "And now he is exhibiting weakness? That will not be good for him."

I remained immobile. I allowed their words to pour over me like icy water. Weakness. Destruction. They desired it. They had to.

But they didn’t understand.

He was not my weakness. He was my connection.

The large doors creaked open slowly behind them, wafting gentle firelight into the passageway. Both Lords stood up stiff and turned pale upon beholding that I stood just several steps from them.

I said nothing. I did not need to. My silence was more powerful than any threat. They gazed downward and hastened past, their
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