MasukSoren’s POSeeing them together was like taking a blade straight to the chest.Kahlan and Ethan.Of all people, it had to be him. The vampire who I despised, who never seemed to have a real reason for being around her, who, for some reason, always managed to show up the moment she was upset with me.I stood there for a moment, frozen, my hands tightening into fists. She was laughing. Actually laughing.The sound that used to make my entire day now just burned.“Having fun, are we?” I said, louder than I meant to.Kahlan’s smile fell instantly. She turned, her posture stiffening the second she saw me. Perfect.I stalked forward, my voice sharp. “You want to tell me why you’re spending time with him? Alone?”Kahlan crossed her arms. “Last I checked, I don’t owe you explanations, Soren.”“You do when you’re associating yourself with someone like him.” I spat out bitterly. “You have no idea what he’s capable of.”“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Kahlan shot back. “And what’s your prob
Kahlan’s POVI needed space. Space from Soren. Space from the chaos that came with his name.And so... I skipped class.For once, I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just couldn’t sit in that room and pretend everything was normal when all I could hear in my head was “you and Sasha—whatever agreement you made—killed it.” My own words haunted me, and the worst part was, I meant them.I pulled the hood of my jacket higher as I walked down the corridor that led to where Vermithor was kept. I needed him. Not as a dragon this time, but as the only being that still made sense.Of course, my luck never lasted.Ramsey was standing right in my path, deep in conversation with Derek. Great. Two of the most observant people in this entire academy. If either of them saw me, they’d drag me back to class.I pressed myself against the wall, inching forward slowly. Maybe, if I moved quietly enough—“Skipping class, are we?”I jumped so hard I almost yelped. “Ethan!” I hissed, spinning around. “Y
Soren’s POVI stormed through the long hallway that led to my father’s office, each step heavier than the last. The guards tried to stop me, but one look from me was enough to make them move aside. My wolf was pacing, restless, angry, the same way I felt—betrayed, cornered, done pretending everything was fine.My father looked up when I burst into his study. Ephraim was always calm, always composed, always the one pulling strings behind closed doors. He didn’t even flinch. Just leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes sharp like he’d been expecting me all along.“I assume this is about the announcement,” he said smoothly.“This is about you ruining my life,” I snapped. “I’m not going to that ridiculous engagement party, and I’m done pretending this arrangement means anything to me.”His lips curved slightly, a smirk that never reached his eyes. “You made a promise, Soren. You knew what that oath meant when you took it. I never forced you.”“You manipulated me,” I shot bac
Kahlan’s POVI didn’t think a person could feel hollow and heavy at the same time—until now.The school had called it a class-free day, but everyone knew what it really was: a celebration for the academy’s favorite couple. The engagement of Soren and Sasha—two perfect names that sounded like they belonged together.Apparently, when both your parents sit on the High Council and your family’s donation funds half the academy’s defenses, you get an entire day off in your honor.Lucky them.I’d spent most of it avoiding everyone, especially him.Vermithor didn’t argue when I’d told him I wanted to go flying—he just spread his massive wings and carried me into the clouds, far above the noise, far from the whispers, and definitely far from the pain. But eventually, we had to land.And of course, he was waiting.Soren stood at the far end of the training field, hands in his pockets, hair wind-tossed, looking every bit like someone rehearsing a thousand apologies. The sight of him made my st
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN Kahlan’s POVI wasn’t in the mood for anything—or anyone. Not Soren. Not Freya. Not even the endless whispers that followed me through the hallway like shadows. By the time I got to dragon riding class, I was seconds away from snapping at the next person who so much as breathed wrong near me.Vermithor lifted his head the moment I walked into the training grounds. His molten gold eyes narrowed, studying me like he could smell my mood from miles away.You look like someone chewed you up and spat you out, he rumbled in my mind, his tone sharp but oddly curious. What’s wrong with you, little flame?“Nothing,” I muttered, brushing dust off my gloves—then remembering I didn’t need them anymore. The necklace around my neck pulsed faintly, as if reminding me of the magic it held back. I sighed. “It’s just… Soren. I think he’s hiding something from me. No. I know he is."Vermithor made a deep, thunderous snort, smoke curling from his nostrils. Of course he is. He’s
Kahlan’s POVThe tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.. Soren stood stiffly beside me, his jaw locked, his eyes burning with the kind of anger I’d never seen before—not even during our worst fights. Across from him, his father looked entirely too calm, too in control, the faintest smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth, as if watching his son’s frustration was some kind of entertainment.“Would someone care to explain exactly what is going on here?” Ephraim asked, his tone smooth, too even. It was the kind of calm that warned you of a storm rather than promised peace.Soren’s voice came out cold. “It’s none of your business.”Ephraim’s smirk widened slightly. “Everything concerning my son’s behavior is my business.”I glanced between them, my stomach knotting. The air felt heavy, and I could almost see the invisible line of power pulling tight between father and son. I hated it—this coldness, this invisible battle that seemed to exist between them. Soren loo







