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CHAPTER 68:The Man Inside the Chains

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"Too late."

​The words tore past Kael’s lips, but the voice wasn't his. It was too low, scraping like rusty iron dragged across glass. I stared into his eyes, searching for the warm amber I knew, but found only endless, liquid black. My pulse hammered against my throat. I knew the man in front of me was slipping away, but my muscles refused to retreat.

​"Kael," I breathed.

​His head snapped violently to the side with an audible pop of his vertebrae. Black, thread-like veins spidered up his neck
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  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 68:The Man Inside the Chains

    "Too late."​The words tore past Kael’s lips, but the voice wasn't his. It was too low, scraping like rusty iron dragged across glass. I stared into his eyes, searching for the warm amber I knew, but found only endless, liquid black. My pulse hammered against my throat. I knew the man in front of me was slipping away, but my muscles refused to retreat.​"Kael," I breathed.​His head snapped violently to the side with an audible pop of his vertebrae. Black, thread-like veins spidered up his neck, bulging beneath pale skin until they disappeared beneath his frayed collar. He strained forward, his neck muscles corded as he fought his own limbs, and the heavy iron chains anchoring him to the dais rattled frantically, throwing sparks against the flagstones.​"Don't... come closer," he rasped. The first half came out as Kael's desperate tenor—his chest shuddering as he fought for air—before his jaw locked, his shoulders set, and Aurelian’s terrifying, cultured calm smoothed over the final w

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 67: The King Who Wore Kael's Face

    ​I knew before I even made a move. That wasn't Kael.​Every instinct begged me to believe otherwise. My heart reached out, dragging up memories I hadn't asked for—the broad line of his shoulders when he stood between me and a blade, the familiar warmth of his palm against mine, that infuriating half-smile he wore whenever I accused him of worrying too much. But the man standing before me carried none of that soul. He had Kael’s sharp jawline, Kael’s low voice, Kael’s physical frame, yet the vital, pulsing core of him was hollowed out.​The Crown Blade thrummed in my grip, its edge humming against my palms.​"You finally see me," the stranger said, his lips curling into a dry smile.​I completed my turn, keeping the burning steel planted firmly between us. "Where is Kael?"​His dark eyes narrowed, glinting with a quiet, condescending amusement. "You're asking the wrong question again."​"Where is he?"​"Safe."​I shifted my stance, my knuckles turning white around the hilt. "That's not

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    Chapter 66: The Queen in the Bone Crown

    ​I couldn't move.​The palace stretched farther than my eyes could follow, its black marble floor polished enough to reflect the steady flicker of every torch burning along the high walls. White bones had been painstakingly worked into the architecture—weaving through the soaring pillars, framing the vaulted arches, and forming the massive throne beneath the woman watching me. None of it should have been familiar, yet my body recognized every inch of the space. My feet knew the exact path to the dais, my fingers curled around the ghost of a sword that wasn't there, and somewhere deep beneath my ribs, something whispered a name. Not mine. Hers.​The woman rose from the throne. Bone scraped against bone as the crown shifted slightly on her brow, catching the firelight. She had my face, my mother’s pale eyes, and the other Seraphina’s sharp mouth, but her expression belonged to someone who had spent centuries ruling long enough to stop asking permission.​"Come closer," she said.​I stay

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 68: The Voice Behind the Door

    "I do."​My other self's answer had barely cleared her lips before the blackness beyond the threshold rippled.​Then come to me.​The voice carried a soft, familiar cadence—the quiet edge Lyra used whenever she was terrified but refused to show it, the gentle weight in her tone when I used to be reckless as a child. My chest tightened until breathing felt like swallowing glass.​"Mother?" I whispered.​Kael's fingers clamped around my forearm like an iron vise. "Don't."​"That's her," I urged, pulling hard against his weight.​"No." His focus never drifted from the doorway. "It sounds like her."​"What's the difference?"​"The woman you knew would've dragged herself back to you," Kael muttered, his jaw working as his grip tightened further. "This thing is sitting in the dark, waiting for you to walk right into its mouth."​A pale hand emerged from the shadow, its long fingers catching the faint light, followed by another. A woman stepped into the open air of the chamber, and my knees

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 64: The Blood That Was Hidden

    The floor split with the dry, tearing screech of stressed granite. I leapt backward as a jagged fissure raced across the chamber floor, stopping just short of the ancient, rune-carved archway behind Eryndor. Heat radiated from the glowing crimson fracture, stinging my face with the sharp, copper stench of molten iron.​Between me and the girl who bore my face, the Crown Blade remained buried to its hilt in the dais. Neither of us reached for it.​Eryndor stood in the red glow, his silver eyes unreadable as he watched us both.​"You said one of us wasn't supposed to survive," I said, forcing my breath to steady despite the thrumming adrenaline in my throat. "Explain."​"Your mother never intended to leave two daughters behind," Eryndor replied quietly.​My stomach turned. Beside me, my double took a half-step forward, her boots scraping over loose gravel. "Then why did she?"​"She didn't." Eryndor glanced down at the shuddering hilt of the Crown Blade. "Someone else altered the ritual.

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 63: Beneath the Sealed Door

    The free fall felt endless, stone scraping violently against my shoulders while air rushed past my face in a deafening tear. Blindly reaching out into the dark, my hand found Kael’s forearm. His fingers locked around mine with bruising force.​“Don't let go!”​“I'm trying!”​Before I could anchor us, an enormous weight slammed down from above—Vaelor. The dragon crashed down through the narrow shaft, folding his leathered wings tight around us an instant before we hit the bottom. The impact drove every drop of air from my lungs in a dull, sickening thud.​For several breathlessness seconds, nothing existed except the high-pitched ringing in my ears and the stench of crushed stone. Beside me, a wet cough broke the dark.​“Everyone alive?” Kael choked out.​“I'm here,” Aster called from somewhere to my left.​A groan echoed from the far corner—the other Seraphina. “Unfortunately.”​A breathless laugh cut through my chest despite the horror of it all, but it died the second the metallic t

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