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Chapter 31
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MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY Chapter 57
The Healer's BargainMaster Willem hunched by the busted-up supply wagon, robes a mess of soot and dried blood, proof enough of how many battered folks he'd patched up after that wild mess on the platform. His hands looked like someone had fed them through a grinder, but they still moved fast, wrapping wounds and shoving vials at anyone stubborn enough to fight off Prince Kael’s creeping poison.“Princess,” he muttered, not even bothering to look up as Lyra picked her way over, steam and chaos still swirling behind her. “You shouldn’t be here. That staff’s filth’ll mess with your head if you get too close.”She just squatted down next to him anyway, silk skirt be damned, and helped prop up a stable boy who looked like he’d been trampled by a herd of nightmares. “That’s why I need you, Willem. The staff feeds off pain, right? What if we flipped the current, made it run backwards?”He finally paused, staring at her like she’d just suggested dancing on broken glass for fun. “Flip it? How
MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY Chapter 56
Alpha’s EnduranceMarcus ducked and weaved between those weird silver posts, his body a roadmap of nasty cuts leaking blood and some seriously gross black gunk. Still, his eyes stayed crazy sharp; he clocked every move on that platform. Lyra’s power? Man, it crashed through their bond like a tidal wave, burning away the poison clawing at his brain. Thank god for her, honestly.Then, stomping in with all the subtlety of a freight train, Lord Roderick Blackfang showed up. The guy’s axe was huge, his teeth even sharper, and he was ready to smash anything between him and his would-be bride. Real charmer, this one.“Still breathing?” Roderick sneered, eyeing Marcus like he was yesterday’s garbage. “Kael promised you’d be nothing but a memory by now.”Marcus almost laughed, even though every inch of him screamed. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” he shot back, biting back another groan. Lyra’s pride in him blazed through their bond, lending him enough backbone to stand tall, even with the
MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY Chapter 55
Messages in the DarkSir Lucas wedged himself in the gnarly hug of an ancient oak, knuckles white, while all hell broke loose in Kael’s camp fifty yards off. Steam billowed up from knocked-over soup cauldrons, pretty much the only thing working in their favor, hiding the chaos as kitchen workers and freed prisoners crashed straight into the ceremony.Then, whack. Something smacked the back of his head, not some random stick, but a rock, chucked on purpose. Lucas jerked around, half-ready to start swinging, and spotted Sir Owen hunkered behind a supply wagon, bow up and looking like he’d been born with it. Owen shot him a quick flash of three fingers, then aimed them at the eastern edge of the dais, where guards scrambled to get their act together.Lucas nodded, shot the signal to Sir Barrett, who passed it on to Sir Thomas like they’d rehearsed it a thousand times, which, honestly, they kind of had. Years of marching through hell, learning to talk with their hands because saying a wor
MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY Chapter 54
The Kitchen Staff ConspiracyCook hunched behind a flipped-over supply cart, white-knuckling a heavy metal ladle like it was Excalibur. The kitchen staff, dragged in to help with Kael’s stupid ceremonies, cowered around her, flinching every time the fighting kicked up on the platform above. Thirty years she’d kept this kitchen running, and now a bunch of thugs were making her people serve dinner to the monsters trashing her life’s work. Her eyes were murder-bright.“Bastards,” she spat, watching a little scullery maid sobbing while she set out plates for the stuck-up nobles at Princess Lyra’s disaster of a wedding. “Making kids slaves at their own kingdom’s funeral. Disgusting.”Joy snaked through the chaos, keeping low behind stacks of flour sacks while prisoners and sketchy guards duked it out up top. Her face was streaked with mud and tears, a classy look, honestly, but her eyes were fierce, lit up with the same stubbornness that made her volunteer for the nuttiest part of this stu
MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY Chapter 53
Empathic PersuasionLyra shut her eyes and cast her mind out over the battlefield, kind of like flinging out a net, only way weirder, touching on every infected thought she could find. The guards lining Kael’s little throne platform looked like puppets, stiff and obedient, but underneath? Yeah, there were scraps of the real guys left: dads freaking out about the kids they’d ditched, old soldiers who used to give a damn about protecting people, dudes remembering what honor felt like before Kael’s poison chewed it up and spat it out.She brushed up against the nearest guard, a kid really, his devotion warped into something ugly. Through her connection, she caught flashes: his sister hugging him, parents beaming when he signed up for the royal guard, the moment he swore his oath with actual hope in his chest, way back before Kael’s mind-muck."Remember," she whispered into that mess, not with words, but pure feeling. "Remember who you were before all this."The guard staggered. His mind
MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY Chapter 52
Unexpected PartnersMan, the chaos hit like a sledgehammer. That blast of empathic energy blew Kael’s precious mind-links to smithereens, and suddenly the whole camp went nuts. Servants, these poor folks who’d been shuffling around like sleepwalkers, just froze up. Some looked like they’d seen a ghost, memories crashing back in, faces twisted in horror as they figured out exactly what they’d been forced to do. The guards? Same deal. Dropped their spears, just standing there, looking like they might puke at the sight of that nasty altar.Lyra didn’t even break stride. She just strode right through the mess, all calm and unbothered, her silk tunic still spotless (how does she do that?!). She spotted this girl, Joy, kneeling by the supply wagons, face all smeared up with dirt and tears pouring down. The kind of cry that comes with remembering something you wish you could forget.“Joy,” Lyra said, dropping next to her like she’d practiced it. “I remember you. You made those honey cakes f
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