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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 90

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 23:49:57

The air was amiss.

Emereah sat up with a jolt, the lantern beside her bed flaring erratically, sending deep, slashing shadows across the stone walls of the cave. Her breath held in her throat, for an instant she didn't know why.

Then—she felt it.

The wards were singing.

Not as they normally did. Not steadily. Not so they would keep things out.

They were bending.

She unwound from bed, her hand alight with firelight already. Vera wasn't in her crib—she'd probably felt it before Emereah had. The hum increased as Emereah moved closer to the central barrier stone, thrumming through her skeleton like a growl buried deep.

The symbol on the stone was aglow—not golden, but a sallow red, as if the life itself was bleeding out.

No," she breathed. "Not yet. It's too soon."

A blast of wind hit the ward from the outside, and for a split instant, the sigils wavered.

"Vera!" Emereah shouted, tone keen and slicing.

Vera exploded out of the outer room, swords in hand, eyes frenzied. "I know. I sensed i
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