LOGINFor a beat, no one spoke. Then, he lowered Kaelani gently until her feet touched the ground, but he didn’t let go—his fingers slipping into hers, holding on like it was the most natural thing in the world. Kaelani’s gaze dropped to their hands. The contact stilled something inside her. No one ha
“You do.” He let his gaze drop—just for a second—to the space between them, the inches that still separated them. Then back to her. “But I meant it when I said I’d never leave you again… that was real.” A brief pause—not for effect, but because he meant it. “Not when it’s hard. Not when it’s me
Kaelani’s smile hit him harder than anything else had. For the first time, it was meant for him. Julian stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him and shutting out everything beyond it—the chaos, the noise, all of it. In here— was his peace. His heart. His whole world. He move
The room. The light. The faces. A breath caught in his chest. “Kaelani…?” His focus sharpened. His room. His packhouse. Familiar walls and scent. But something was wrong. His gaze moved quickly—his mother at his side, Jace by the window. No Kaelani. Julian pushed himself upright, pain tear
She didn’t look at him. “Julian Hale… fugitive status removed.” Another keystroke. “Jace Romano… fugitive status removed.” Her fingers paused for a fraction of a second before continuing. “Garrick Blake… charges dropped.” A quiet tap followed. “Release scheduled for… tomorrow morning.” Then—
A brief pause. “Am I wrong?” Councilor Voss didn’t answer. He simply watched her for a moment longer before speaking. “What is it that you want?” Kaelani held the room for a moment. “What I wanted the day I stood before you in the Chamber of Elders,” she said. “What I asked for then.” “To liv
Kaelani turned sharply, her violet eyes still glowing faintly. “What the hell was that?” Her voice cracked through the silence, sharp and thunderous in its wake. The chamber pulsed with residual energy as she strode toward the Fae women, her presence no longer questioning—commanding. Three of the
The walls buckled. The ceiling stretched higher and higher until it vanished into darkness. The warmth of the house turned rancid. Family photographs melted, dripping down the walls like tar. The floorboards cracked open—not deep chasms, but mouths, whispering things Garrick couldn’t understand. Th
Garrick was on the threshold of sleep—hovering between shallow awareness and the slow descent into dreams. And Kaelani… was drifting straight toward him. She stepped into Garrick’s dream. The transition was seamless—a slow bleed from the dark veil of thought into something heavier, thicker. She e
Four fae women waited within. Each of them turned as Draevyn entered, their faces brightening with a too-eager kind of reverence. One even dipped her head slightly, lips parting in a smile that bordered on adoration—or perhaps even lust. But when their gazes flicked to Kaelani, the temperature drop







