로그인"She is a fool. It was as easy as fucking." Lucien smirked and my heart started to pound heavily against my chest, especially when he began advancing towards me with murderous intent. What was going on? What did they mean by their words? "L-Lucien, why is she h-here?" I choked as he reached forward to grab me by the neck. Malia laughed as I struggled to breathe, my airways being blocked as Lucien tightened his grip on my neck. He raised me up over the cliff and I was dangling in the air, a feeling of dread going through me as I could see my death. I kicked and clawed at his hand, trying to get him to let me go when he flung me against the nearest tree hard. I coughed blood as I crashed into the tree heavily, my body hurting as I collapsed to the floor. I tried to talk but my mouth felt too heavy, my eyes widening in disbelief as I watched Lucien bring out a sharp knife. He opened my mouth and brought out my tongue while Malia kept laughing, pointing at me with a smug look on her face. I was still confused. What was going on? Was Lucien being controlled? "I reject you, Nadia, as my mate and future Luna," He growled as he sliced my tongue off.
더 보기Nadia's POVThe valley was quiet.Three days had passed since the battle. Three days of tending wounds, burying the dead, and trying to forget the screams. The hot spring still bubbled. The golden trees still glowed. But the valley felt different now. Smaller. Heavier. Like it was holding its breath.Today, we buried my father.Elias's body had been washed and wrapped in white linen, the way the Dawnfire honored their dead. His hands were folded across his chest. . He looked peaceful. Younger than he had in years.We buried him at the heart of the Hidden Spring. The place he had loved most. The place where he had first held me after my rebirth. The place where he had taught me to sing.I stood at the head of the grave, Lyra in my arms. Noah stood on my left, his hand on my shoulder. Neal stood on my right, his hand on my other shoulder. Gaius and Eleanor were behind me, holding each other. Kael was there, still pale from his wounds, leaning on a crutch."He was not perfect," I said.
Nadia's POVMaya was on her knees.Her dark magic was gone. Her stolen souls were gone. Her curses, her tendrils, her centuries of collected power, all of it had shattered against my light. She was empty. Hollow. Just a woman in a torn dress, her golden hair tangled with dirt, her blue eyes wide with fear.But she was still alive. Still breathing. Still dangerous."Kill me," she whispered. "Get it over with."I stood over her, the silver light still blazing on my arms, my voice still humming in my throat. Noah and Neal were behind me, their hands on my shoulders, their strength flowing through the bond. The triad was one. The triad was strong.But I did not raise my hand. I did not sing."Why are you waiting?" Maya asked. Her voice cracked. "You have won. Finish it.""Because killing you is not enough," I said."Then what do you want? An apology? An explanation? I did what I had to do to survive. The Council made me into this. I never asked to be a weapon.""No," I said. "You didn't."
Nadia's POVElias's body was still warm.I knelt beside him, his hand in mine, his blood soaking into the ground. The world moved around me, warriors shouting, wounded moaning, the distant sound of the Council's army retreating, but I heard none of it. There was only my father. His still face. His closed eyes. The gaping wound in his chest where the green fire had burned through.He was gone.The man who had held me when I was reborn. Who had taught me about the Dawnfire. Who had fought beside me against Maya. Who had betrayed me, yes. Who had lied and hidden and run. But also who had come back. Who had knelt before me and begged for a chance to make things right. Who had thrown himself between Maya's fire and the healing tents. Between Maya's fire and my daughter."He is gone," I whispered.Eleanor knelt beside me. Her hand was on my shoulder. "Nadia, we need to move. The Council could regroup–""He is gone.""I know. I am sorry."The words did not reach me. They bounced off somethin
Nadia's POVThe world stopped.Not literally. The battle still raged. Warriors still fought and died. The sky was still red with dawn and blood. But for me, everything froze. The green fire faded. The screaming faded. The clashing of swords faded.There was only Elias. On the ground. Bleeding.I felt it through the blood bond. A tearing. A ripping. A coldness spreading through my chest like ice. My father was dying."No," I whispered.I ran.My legs were weak. My body was still recovering from the birth. But I ran. Down the rise, through the camp, past the healing tents. Lyra bounced against my chest in the sling, her eyes wide, her tiny fists clenched."Nadia, stop!" Eleanor screamed behind me.I did not stop.I reached Elias just as the assassin raised his blade for another strike. A Council agent, clad in black, his face hidden behind a mask. The same green fire that had felled Elias still crackled on his hands."Get away from him!" I shrieked.The assassin turned. His eyes met min
Nadia’s POVThe mental wards worked. The nightmares stopped. The cold whispers faded. But the quiet felt worse. Maya was a scientist. She had poked us, noted our reactions, and withdrawn to her lab. What was she building?“We cannot just wait for her next move,” I said to Elias the next morning. We
Nadia’s POVThe keep was a tomb.They took Eleanor and Henry to the guest rooms. Henry had to be led, his body shaking with silent, angry sobs. Eleanor walked, but she was a ghost. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t look at anyone. Gaius guided her, his face like carved stone.I stood in the hall wi
Nadia’s POVTwo days. That was all the peace we got.Two days of quiet in Whitemore Keep. Two days where the only sounds were the crackle of the fire in Noah’s study, the soft murmur of Neal telling me stories about his childhood, and the new, wonderful sound of my own voice asking questions.My wo
Nadia’s POVSilence.It was a different silence now. Not the choking quiet of my lost voice. This was the quiet after a storm. Broken, wet, but clean.I sat on the soft grass by the silver spring. Neal’s arm was around me, holding me up. My body felt light and heavy all at once. I had a voice. The






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