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
I feel the tension in both of them—not hesitation, but restraint. They’re holding themselves back for me.The fabric gives under Darius’s touch. A quiet rustle of linen. A soft gasp escapes my lips as the air brushes across my bare skin, cool against the fevered heat swelling beneath it.Their eyes
Six days have passed since we freed Khael from the poison. We’ve been moving through our days slowly, knowing our permanent time here is coming to an end.The Hollow breathes easier now. So do I.But there is something else rising in the land. In me. In them.The Milk Moon is tomorrow night.I feel
“Go to the shed,” he said, between even breaths. “On the third shelf, in a carved wooden box. Inside is a crushed blue powder. It’s potent. Mix it with water and add it to the soil. If the plant can be revived, that’ll do it. But you’ll need a new pot, clean soil. And it needs to come from the Hollo
The last of the night clings to my back as I ride through the Hollow, the cold morning wind slicing across my face. The scent of damp earth and recent growth lingers low in the air, richer than it has been in weeks. The storm that tore through this place is long gone, but its scars are still fresh b







