LOGINThe curse is gone. Not just broken, not just lifted—but dissolved so completely that the land feels as if it never bore its weight.The air is softer, sweeter, touched by a warmth that runs deeper than the sun. It thrums beneath my bare feet with each step I take across the moss-laced path.The Holl
Elunara trembles in my arms, her skin slick with sweat. Her breath still comes fast, but the magic has begun to settle.The earth is quiet again. Not empty—sated.She leans into my chest, exhausted and radiant. I press a kiss to her temple, tasting the salt of her skin. My lips linger there longer t
“Perfect,” he breathes. “Made for us. Made for me.”The words unravel me.There is no fear. No doubt. Only the sound of skin against skin, the heat of him inside me, the pull of his mouth at my breast, and the wild, holy thing rising in my chest that screams yes as I shatter around him.Yes to this
I lower myself onto him slowly, deliberately. Every inch of contact is heat and friction and desperate need. His hands grip my hips like he’s anchoring himself to the world through me.As I take him fully, a gasp breaks from my lips—and a low growl rumbles from his throat.“Khael…” I whisper, overwh
The people on the other side of the veil stand silent from where I am, their mouths parted in cheers I cannot yet receive. But I feel them. In my ribs. In my throat. In the hollow of my chest.It’s not just their joy. It’s their welcome.I’ve never known these people. And still, I know them. Not by
We move as one toward the edge of the Hollow, toward the field where the veil thinned under the last full moon. Where we showed her what remained of our world beyond.The stars blaze above, casting a bright light against the obsidian sky. The Milk Moon hasn’t reached its peak yet, but it’s close. Hi
“Here,” I say, pulling the blankets down. My voice sounds rough, but it holds. “Put her here.”Darius doesn’t hesitate. He crosses the room and lowers her onto the bed with the same care I’ve seen him give only to those he’s sworn to protect with his life. She stirs the moment the warmed sheets touc
The house is quiet.I sit in the stillness and wait, fingers curled against the sheets that no longer hold her warmth. The weight of sleep still presses at the corners of my mind, not quite released, but not strong enough to hold me under anymore. I’m awake—barely—and I’m waiting.Elunara is out the
“Elunara,” I murmur, brushing damp hair from her forehead.She doesn’t wake, but her breath is strong. There’s no strain in her throat. Just the soft, steady rhythm of life. Still, her body shudders against my touch, muscles tensing as the last of the night’s chill claws its way across her skin.Beh
The sound of hooves pounding the earth is the only thing louder than the blood rushing in my ears. Trees whip past in a blur. The moonlight cuts through the canopy in a series of flashing lights.The Hollow is quiet. It’s not a silence born of peace, but the kind that settles after battle. I know it







