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CHAPTER 45: THE SNOW PARLEY

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 23:42:47

ELENA'S POV

The unnatural heat Kaelen radiated hissed violently against the freezing canyon air, creating a dense wall of fog between us. Through the shifting white steam, his eyes remained locked onto his kneeling men, then onto Nikolai, and finally, they snapped to me. The shock on his face slowly hardened into a desperate, frantic agony.

"Jaxon..." Kaelen’s voice was a raspy, broken whisper that barely carried over the howling mountain wind. He took a stumbling step forward, his hand cl
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