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Shadows of the Past

Author: A.C
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The fire crackled in the ruined temple’s center, casting flickering shadows against the broken stone walls. Selene sat motionless, her fingers digging into the dirt, her breath shallow as she processed the vision the Blood Seer had forced upon her. Her heart still pounded, the images replaying in her mind like a curse.

Caden had known. He had always known.

"You’re quiet," Rowan said, his voice breaking the silence. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his silver eyes reflecting the firelight. "That’s not like you."

Selene exhaled sharply. "I’m thinking."

Agnes stirred beside her. "No. You’re brooding."

Selene shot the older woman a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "Wouldn’t you? If you found out your mate—the one person you trusted most—had been planning to kill you before you even knew why?"

Rowan’s expression darkened. "Caden was a coward."

Selene let out a bitter laugh. "A coward who was three steps ahead of me this whole time."

She looked back at the Seer, who had b
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