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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Ghosts Of The Past
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The Curse Of Loving You Chapter Fifty-One: Into the Lion's Den
Mia's POVI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father's handwriting. I heard Roger's voice and felt the weight of that letter pressing against my chest even though it was tucked safely in my pack.Wolf and dragon blood. Blessed by the goddess.What did that even mean?I sat up, pulling my cloak tighter around my shoulders. The fire had burned down to embers, casting faint orange light across the clearing.Mirabel sat at the edge of camp, her back straight, spear resting across her lap. She didn't move but I knew she'd heard me shift.She probably had it worse, her sister Lena is missing and her brother was nearly demolished. Alastor was stretched out near the fire, apparently asleep. His breathing was even, relaxed, like he didn't have a care in the world.And Orion...Orion sat against a tree on the opposite side of the fire, arms crossed, staring at nothing.Or maybe staring at me.When our eyes met, he looked away.I stood quietly and walked over to Mirabel."Ca
The Curse Of Loving You Chapter Fifty: The Sun's Shadow
Mia's POVThe moment I saw him, my blood ran cold.White hair. That confident smirk. The way he moved like the world owed him something.It was him.The man from Thornveil. The one who'd disappeared mid-fight like smoke.My hand went to my dagger before I could think."You," I said, voice sharp.Alastor's smile widened. "Ah. You remember me. I'm flattered.""Flattered?" I stepped forward, anger burning through my chest. "You attacked me in Thornveil. You knew my name. You—""Tested you," he interrupted smoothly. "And you passed. Barely."I lunged.Orion caught my arm before I could reach him. "Mia, wait—""Let go of me," I snapped, trying to pull free."Not until you calm down."I glared at him, then at Alastor, who just stood there looking amused."She's got spirit," Alastor said. "Varick would be proud."That stopped me cold."What did you just say?"Alastor's expression shifted, the amusement fading into something more serious."Your father," he said quietly. "Varick Esbond. I knew
The Curse Of Loving You Chapter Forty-Nine: Into the Wilds
Orion's POVI didn't sleepEvery time I closed my eyes, I saw the hideout. The blood. Draven barely breathing. Mia's face when she read that letter.Roger is my uncle.I sat by the window in my chambers, watching the sky shift from black to deep blue to the pale gray of pre-dawn. Somewhere out there, Alastor Veyr was waiting. Whether he knew we were coming or not didn't matter.We'd find him.And when we did, he'd talk.I stood, stretched, and started checking my gear. Blade, sharp. Daggers, secured. Armor, light enough to move but strong enough to matter.I paused at the small silver emblem tucked into my coat pocket—the one I used to call Ramiris. My fingers brushed against it, then pulled away.Not yet.A soft knock came at the door."It's open," I called.Mirabel stepped inside, already dressed for travel. Her armor was dark and practical, her spear strapped across her back. She looked me over once, then nodded."You're ready," she said. It wasn't a question."Always am."She rais
The Curse Of Loving You Chapter Forty-Eight: The Weight of Crowns
Orion's POVGetting back to Thornveil was harder than leaving it.Draven could barely stand, let alone walk. We had to strap him to Sylvie's back, and even then, every beat of her wings made him groan. Mia sat in front of him, one hand holding him steady, the other clutching that damned letter like it might disappear if she let go.She hadn't said a word since we left the hideout.Not one.I'd tried talking to her twice. She didn't respond. Just stared ahead, jaw tight, eyes distant.I knew that look.She was spiraling.Normally, I'd make some stupid joke to snap her out of it. But this wasn't the time. Not after what she'd just learned.Roger is my uncle.The churches want me.My father traded me away.Any one of those would break someone. All three at once?Yeah. Silence made sense.Sylvie descended slowly as we approached Thornveil's outer walls. The guards spotted us immediately—hard not to notice a massive silver dragon landing in the middle of the night.By the time we touched d
The Curse Of Loving You Chapter Forty-Seven: When Dragons Scream
Mia's POVThe footsteps stopped.I pressed myself against the wall, dagger ready, every muscle coiled tight. Draven's breathing was shallow behind me, each exhale wet and rattling."Stay quiet," I whispered.He didn't answer. Couldn't answer, probably.The silence stretched too long. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, so loud I was sure whoever was out there could hear it.Then a voice cut through the darkness, calm and cold."Mia Esbond. Daughter of the heretic."I froze.The voice continued, footsteps resuming. "You can hide, but it won't matter. Your father's sins have marked you. The church has come to collect."Church?My grip tightened on the dagger. I didn't know which church, didn't know what they wanted, but I knew one thing for certain—they weren't here to talk.A shadow moved across the doorway.Then another.Then three more.Five figures stepped into the chamber, dressed in dark robes lined with silver thread. Their faces were covered by masks carved to look like weeping s
The Curse Of Loving You Chapter Forty-Six: Not Again
Orion’s POVThe celebration dragged on longer than it needed to.I sat beside Lyre, nodding when I was expected to, responding when spoken to, lifting my cup when the others did. Laughter filled the hall, music followed, and the people of Thornveil looked relieved for the first time in years.I should have felt the same.I was glad Lyre was alive. Glad she was still herself, stubborn and sharp-tongued, still able to smile even after everything she had lost. Reuniting with her mattered to me. It always had.But this was not the end of anything. It was only a pause.There were still too many loose ends.Mia.My gaze drifted across the hall again, more obvious this time. Nobles, warriors, servants, even a few pack elders lingering near the edges. I scanned faces, cloaks, corners.She was not here.At first, I told myself she had stepped outside. Mia hated crowds, hated rituals, hated anything that smelled like politics. It would not be strange for her to disappear halfway through.Still,
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