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Chapter 47 — The Prince Who Stayed

مؤلف: Lee Grego
last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-07 06:15:58

By the time we slip back into the palace through the service entrance, the cold has settled into my bones like it intends to live there. I keep Adrian’s ring clenched in my fist so tightly the edges bite my skin. I need the pain. It keeps me from floating away into shock.

Logan doesn’t speak as we move, just stalks forward like fury given legs. Lia stays at my shoulder, steady and watchful, her calm so practiced it feels like a weapon.

We don't go to the King. We go to Melody. Because the last thing we can afford right now is a roar that alerts every hidden ear in the palace that we’re moving.

Melody takes one look at our faces and doesn’t bother asking for pleasantries.

“What happened?” she demands, already stepping toward us.

Logan’s voice is clipped, controlled with effort. “They moved him. Before we got there.”

My bond pulses in my chest, answering like a cruel echo: alive, alive, alive, fa
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