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Chapter 517 A King Should Know Fear

Author: Judith GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-19 16:34:22

Arlo

The wind carries something I don’t like.

I don’t have words for it. Can’t name it. But it’s off. Bitter at the edges.

The woods have always been mine. I know how the ground shifts beneath rainfall, how the animals move when storms are coming, how the trees creak just before something dies.

But lately the woods don’t sound right.

Hilda’s pacing when I get back to the cabin. She’s barefoot and shirtless. Her hair braided in a half-assed way, like she got bored halfway through.

Her blades are on the table, her boots by the door, and her mood’s coiled tighter than a wire ready to snap.

I don’t say a word. I just close the door behind me, walk to her, and grab her waist.

She grabs mine back and then she shoves me into the wall.

Our mouths crash together hard enough to bruise.

We’re fire and fangs and years of fighting side by side. We’re late nights and old blood and the kind of love that doesn’t apologize for how loud it is.

Her hands yank my shirt over my head, teeth grazing my thro
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