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chapter 67

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The air in the great hall still shimmered with residual fear, but Ronan didnโ€™t notice. His focus was a cold, sharp point aimed straight down into the earth.

With his arm locked around my waist, his stride was a rhythmic march of unrelenting Alpha resolve, pulling me away from the chaos and toward the deepest, most sealed-off part of the palace, the dungeon.

The descent was a painful sensory assault. The deeper we went, the colder the air grew, heavy with the scent of damp stone and stale, metallic despair.

The security measures were iron-clad multiple locks, reinforced doors, and a pervasive, subtle magical barrier designed to neutralize any shift or escape attempt.

I felt Ronanโ€™s tension in every muscle. This was no warriorโ€™s journey, this was a son forced to face the source of his profound shame.

โ€œAre you sure you want to be here, Luna?โ€ Liam, walking behind us, asked softly.

โ€œI have to,โ€ I said, my voice barely a whisper. โ€œThe shadow knew me. I need to see their fa
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