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Chapter Forty-Five: The Last Wall

Author: ADORA
last update publish date: 2026-07-08 18:00:58

Kael’s POV

She says my name once, just that, but the bond carries everything underneath it. The weight of whatever she found in that old text. The decision she's already made about what to do with it. The part of her that's still afraid and doing this anyway.

I set the reports down and cross the room. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with a cracked leather book in her lap and her silver eyes tracking my face the way they do when she's measuring something. Not me exactly. The space between u
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