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The Edge

Auteur: Glazé
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-05 14:40:48

Juni’s POV

“It’s not faint anymore.”

The words come out before I can dress them in anything careful. Night has settled over the north wing. The lantern is low. Kieran is already on his feet—he has been watching me for the last hour the way a man watches a storm line, not a person. The bond is no longer a warm steady current. It is a pull that keeps tightening, low in my stomach, sharp behind my ribs, restless in a way the first heat never got to be because it broke over me in a street.

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