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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 89

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-08 23:29:49

The secret vale was still—but too still.

Fog huddled close to the ground, twining round roots and boulders like elderly spirits in quest of air. Overhead, the moon had broken through clouds, throwing silvery pale over the barrier stone that protected their haven. Emereah's hand was flat against it, warmth spreading from her palm into the runes inscribed by old lips.

Vera stood behind her, blades sheathed but fingers quivering at her sides. Her senses, honed by years of shadow and blood, tingled.

"I don't like this," she whispered. "The wind's been dead for too long. Not even the trees are taking a breath."

Emereah's eyes did not open. Her voice was husky. "It's not the wind."

"What is it, then?"

"The veil." Emereah's eyelashes quivered, then her eyes snapped open, bright and burning. "Something's pushing against it."

Vera moved closer, anchoring herself. "Do you feel him again?"

Emereah's throat constricted. "No. Not him."

Vera paused. "Then who?"

Emereah swiveled slowly, one hand dri
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