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Chapter 77

Author: Tadi Raf
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-08 18:54:24

Leofric's POV

I watched the flames twist along the horizon like a serpent in pain. The trial had left me hollow, but watching Morwenna nearly die for a curse that wasn't her fault shattered something deep in me. I was never meant to follow her, not into these flames, not into that kind of suffering. But my legs disobeyed long ago. I followed anyway.

She lay still in the ash now, her breath shallow but real. Alive. Barely. Her skin glistened with blood and firewater. She looked like a woman forged in the center of the world—destroyed and reborn all at once.

I knelt beside her, brushing a lock of charred hair from her cheek. She flinched in her sleep. Even unconscious, she was still fighting.

"You're stronger than any flame," I whispered, though the words tasted like guilt.

The curse had shattered. I'd felt it in my marrow. The bond we'd shared, twisted by blood magic and old vengeance, had snapped. Not cleanly—no, nothing about us had ever been clean—but it was gone. She'd paid the pri
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