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Chapter 217 - The Intent He Read

last update publish date: 2026-04-01 07:44:20

(Apollo)

Apollo’s thoughts did not shy away from the shape of that intention. He let it form fully, ugly and clear, because half-imagined threats were the ones that surprised you.

Arkael would not extinguish her. That would be a waste. Destruction of the only living conduit capable of reigniting what his bloodline lost would be stupidity, and Arkael had never been stupid. He would take her intact, and he would wrap the taking in a story clean enough to swallow. A story told with solemn eyes a
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