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Chapter 132 - Leashes and Laws

Auteur: Kristy Pearson
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-29 07:39:14

(Adelaide & Caelum)

Power burst through him like a sun exploding underwater—white-gold fire racing over his skin, searing through the leash spell at his wrist, burning Apollo’s mark into ash. The corridor brightened so sharply the shadows fled to the corners, recoiling like sinners from a shrine.

A crack sounded like a shattering bone. The leash broke. Cael gasped, staggering, grabbing her wrist to steady himself as the molten magic washed through him, burning away centuries of restraint in a
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