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Chapter Forty One : The Night I Was Set FreeRonan’s POVI was dying. Not from wounds, not from poison—though my body ached in places I couldn’t even feel anymore. I was dying because my soul had been caged. Because my heart, the only thing I had left, was being crushed with each passing day.The prison was cold. The stone floor was harder than anything I’d ever slept on. No bed. No food. Just a rusted bucket in one corner. The walls smelled of mold, rot, and old blood. Maybe mine. Maybe someone else’s.I didn’t know how many days had passed.There was no window. No way to tell night from day, except for when the guards came to mock me.They’d toss scraps near the bars, but I was too weak to move most times. When I did try to crawl over, a boot would slam into my stomach and leave me breathless.Still, I didn’t beg.Not once.Because my pain didn’t matter.Only one thing did.Selene.I kept seeing her in my dreams—her soft voice calling my name. Her smile. The way she used to roll her

Chapter Forty Three: The Heart That Almost Betrayed MeSelene’s POVThe knock on the door nearly stopped my heart.Without thinking, I grabbed Ronan’s arm and dragged him toward the bed.“Hide,” I whispered in panic. “Please, just hide!”He didn’t argue. He ducked and crawled under the bed just as I rushed to smooth the sheets and calm my breathing.The knock came again—louder this time.My hands trembled as I reached for the door. I opened it slowly.Evric stood there, tall and sharp-eyed, like a shadow I couldn’t escape. His eyes scanned me—slowly, carefully.“Is everything alright?” he asked, his tone calm but strange.I nodded too fast. “Yes. I was just… resting.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “Your breathing,” he said. “You seem nervous.”I laughed, but it sounded fake. “I—I had a nightmare.”Evric didn’t smile. He walked in without being invited.My heart dropped.I wanted to scream. Every step he took inside that room felt like thunder. I could hear Ronan’s slow, careful breathin

Chapter Forty Five ; In the Arms of NightSelene’s POVThe forest was cold. My feet were bleeding. I couldn’t feel my toes anymore, and the air cut my skin like tiny knives.But I kept running.Ronan’s hand gripped mine tightly, and I could feel the way he limped—he was hurt. He never said a word about it, but I saw the blood on his leg. I saw the way he winced each time he took a step.Still, he kept going. For me.We had escaped Evric’s pack by luck, but that didn’t mean we were safe. Not yet. The forest was dark, and every sound made me jump. The howl of a wolf in the distance. The snap of a branch. The cold wind brushing against the leaves.Ronan pulled me behind a thick tree. He held up a hand, telling me to stay still. I held my breath.Voices.Footsteps.Guards.They were close. Too close.I pressed my back against the tree, holding in my breath as the guards passed just a few steps away from us. I could feel Ronan’s heartbeat through his fingers. Fast. Scared.When the footst

Chapter Forty-Seven: If You Find Her, You Find My HeartEvric’s POVThe room felt too big. Too quiet. Too empty.Even though I already knew she had gone, I still looked around like a madman, hoping maybe I’d missed something. Maybe I’d open a drawer and find her bracelet, or catch her scent in the sheets, or hear her laugh from down the hall.But all I heard was silence.And all I felt was pain.I gripped the window frame and looked outside. The wind was cold this morning. The sky was cloudy. My breath fogged up the glass, but I didn’t care. My chest was too tight to breathe right. Every second that passed made the space where Selene used to be feel even more hollow.I couldn’t stop thinking about her—how she used to look at the door before she spoke, how her fingers fidgeted when I stood too close, how her voice always sounded like she was holding something back. I thought I had time. I thought she’d learn to stay.But I was wrong.And now she was gone. With him.I turned away from t

Chapter Forty Nine : Caught in the StormSelene’s POVThe night felt heavier than usual. The forest around us was quiet—too quiet. I laid my head on Ronan’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. It was strong, steady, and calming. He stroked my back gently, whispering something about how we’d be okay, that we’d find peace soon. I wanted to believe him.My eyes were closing slowly, the warmth of his arms lulling me to sleep. Then I heard it.A snap. A footstep. Leaves rustling.Ronan stiffened beneath me. His hand paused. I opened my eyes.“Did you hear that?” I whispered.He nodded once, then moved me gently to the side. He was already reaching for the small bag we carried — the one with herbs and a little food. Without another word, he grabbed my hand, and we ran.I didn’t even have time to think. I just followed him, trusting him completely. My feet hurt. My breath was short. But I kept going.Behind us, the sounds grew louder. Voices. Footsteps. Orders being shouted.They were close.Too c