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Chapter 101: Ronan Rises
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2026-04-15 08:56:38A deep, ragged groan vibrated up through Ronan’s bones and into his teeth. The fissure widened in jerks, not smooth but violent, as if the island itself were resisting being peeled apart.
Kiera cried out.. not in panic, not in pain, but in shock as the pull strengthened. It wasn’t gravity. Gravity dragged.
Whatever this was called.
“Hold on to me,” Ronan said, voice too steady to be natural. He wrapped both arms around her this time, one hand cradling the
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