The moment the bond wavered, Zalindra felt it like a blade pressing against her ribs. Layla’s pain had seared through their connection, brief but undeniable, and though the link steadied again, its thrum was thinner strained by distance, muted by the collar. She stood in the great hall of the mansion, palms pressed flat against the carved oak table, trying to still the storm inside her. Across from her, the twins paced like caged predators, their energy buzzing so fiercely it rattled the wards that still pulsed faintly along the walls.“They touched her,” Lorian spat, his jaw clenched, hands curling into fists. “I felt it. Fire. Flame. Whatever they’re doing, they’re burning her.”“They’re testing her,” Zalindra corrected. “The Elders never waste power for cruelty alone. They’re digging for answers.” Lucian turned toward Zalindra, eyes dark. “And that means they’re afraid.” Zalindra lifted her gaze, meeting his without flinching. “They should be.” The silence that followed was taut, f
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