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CHAPTER SEVEN

Author: Noir Aurelle
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-05 15:58:49

Kael didn’t speak again as he led me through the forest, his grip tight but not cruel. My bare feet stumbled over roots and rocks, the hem of my dress torn and damp with mud. Still, I didn’t complain. I didn’t ask questions. I just let him pull me forward.

The silence between us was thick—unspoken thoughts pressing against the edges of my mind, questions I didn’t dare ask, and fears I couldn’t voice. I had just escaped Liora’s blade, and now I was following the one man who had complicated everything.

We crossed the creek, the icy water biting at my ankles. The trees seemed to close tighter around us, shadows swallowing the path behind. There was no sign of Liora. No sound of pursuit. Only the steady rhythm of Kael’s boots against the earth and the breath that caught in my throat every time I glanced at him.

He didn’t look at me again. His face was unreadable–the same man who had protected me from Liora now walked ahead, a storm barely restrained within him.

Finally, the trees thinned.
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