Geneva Bloodlines“Compliments of Her Majesty,” he answered coolly. “She expects your loyalty to remain… unbroken.”Lucian ignored him, grasping my hand instead. His fingers were rough and shaking with restrained wrath. “Stay close. If they touch you ”“They won’t.” I clutched his hand, pushing my own panic into steel resolve. “We bring our son home. Nothing else matters.”We went across the cold forest, silent as shadows. The fortress rose before us, a black monolith of stone and magic, its walls buzzing with protective wards. As we descended into the tunnels, the wet air smelled of moss, old bones, and iron magic.Halfway down the spiralling steps, Lucian halted abruptly, his head cocked.“What is it?” I muttered, breath puffing white in the frigid darkness.He turned to me slowly, eyes flashing with a wild, savage brightness. “He’s awake.”“What?” My heart smashed against my ribs. “Aaron?”“I can feel him,” he rasped, voice shaking with fierce hope. “His wolf is rising.”A vibratio
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