INICIAR SESIÓNThe 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
He exhales slowly. “You’re freezing.”I blink. I hadn’t noticed. I’m numb to everything except the ache in my chest.Without another word, Darius slides one arm beneath my knees, the other around my back. I stiffen instinctively, but he murmurs, “Let me.”It’s a hesitant command.I let him.He lifts
The sobs are louder than I expect. I try to choke them down, try to grit my teeth and bite through the grief that’s spilling out of me—but it won’t stop.The Hollow has won.Mud clings to my calves and feet, drying into my skin like it belongs there. The wetness on my face—rain, tears, sweat—blurs t
There’s no cruelty in it. No condescension. Just a certainty of his own.I inhale, sharp and shaking. I narrow my gaze on him. “You don’t get to decide that.”“No,” he agrees slowly. “But the Hollow does.”I don’t respond. My answer is me stepping off the porch.The moment my boot hits the dirt, the
Today, I’m leaving.Really leaving.Not like before—full of desperation and half-hearted promises to myself that I’d try harder next time. This is the next time—the last time, and I will not stumble through it with tears in my throat and longing in my gut.Not this time.This time, I go all in.I’ll







