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The Fracture

Author: Ricky_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 10:49:25

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Kael’s POV

The door closed.

For a long time, I didn’t move.

The echo of it lingered in the chamber, sharp against the quiet. Only the fire still lived, shifting and breathing against the stone, its glow falling over the place where she had stood.

Liana.

Her name still hung in the air, even though she hadn’t spoken it.

I turned slowly toward the hearth. My reflection moved in the glass of wine I hadn’t finished. I could see the tremor in my hand before I felt it. I hated that.

She should have left me satisfied.

Instead, she had left me restless.

That look in her eyes when she defied me—calm, cold, almost pitying—had undone more than any scream could have. I had wanted her obedience, but it was her defiance that had set fire to my veins.

I pressed my fingers against my temple, willing the thought away. It didn’t listen.

The scent of her skin still clung to the room, faint and maddening. Silk and warmth and something I couldn’t name. I told myself it was only a memory
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