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Chapter 40 — The King Who Couldn’t Breathe
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04.01.2026 17:30:02The palace corridors feel narrower at night. Not physically, nothing in this place is built to feel small but emotionally, like the walls have learned to listen and the doors have learned to swallow words.
Adrian walks beside me, quiet and coiled, his hand occasionally brushing the small of my back in those brief, grounding touches he pretends are purely directional. The bond hums low between us: not heat anymore, not fire, something steadier. A tether.Logan’s escort splits off at the entrance to the inner council wing. We’re taken through a side passage lined with guards and cold stone, and I can feel my heartbeat trying to climb my throat.“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to,” Adrian says without looking at me.I glance up at him. “That’s not true and you know it.”His mouth tightens, almost a smile, not quite. “Then speak carefully.”We reach the doors to the King’s war room. I expect ceremony. Announcements. A hera
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