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CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT

Author: Noir Aurelle
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-16 03:27:23

Elara’s POV

The iron door groaned again, the sound disturbing the fragile silence I had been clinging to. My heart skipped a beat, hope sparking for a moment.

I thought it was Kael but when the door slammed against the stone wall, that hope shattered.

It wasn’t Kael.

Marcus stepped inside, the torchlight catching on the sharp angles of his face. His smile was a predator’s, it was smooth, patient, as though he had all the time in the world to watch me unravel.

I sat straighter despite the ache in my back, yanking against the chains just to remind myself I was still fighting. His gaze flicked to my wrists, to the red marks the shackles had left, and for a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something shift in his expression. Was that pity?

“You look stronger,” Marcus said quietly, almost conversationally, as if we were two people sitting by a fire instead of captor and captive. “I can feel the power on you. You’ve been reaching for her, haven’t you?”

My pulse stuttered.

He knew? Of
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