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Chapter 113

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Ersa

Two months. Every grueling second had been spent under Gavriel’s watchful eye, and he was far from a gentle mentor.

He had turned my life into a cycle of bruises and exhaustion, all to prepare me for a prophecy that remained frustratingly vague. “When the time is right,” they’d tell me. But when was that? I lived in a state of constant, itchy impatience, unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Then, the air in the room shifted, and my heart stopped.

My lungs seized as a familiar scent cut through the musk of the old stone walls. Cedar, rain, and a sharp edge of dominance. Sano.

I knew he was close—I could feel the vibration of his footsteps in the floorboards. I started pacing, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. My skin felt electric, too sensitive for my own clothes.

Why was he here? What lie could I possibly weave to make him leave?

The questions were still screaming in my head when the door swung open.

“Don’t!” I shrieked, the word tearing o
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