(Akira’s POV)  The palace buzzed with energy—the clang of steel, the scent of sharpened iron mixed with damp stone. I slipped through the chaos like a shadow, each step pulling me away from the fragile peace of recovery and closer to the war I knew was coming.  The bond throbbed softly under my skin, Kaidën’s heartbeat echoing just beneath mine. No matter how far I roamed, I could feel him—his rage, his focus, his fear. It was both comforting and infuriating.  I wasn’t his to guard anymore.  The armor they provided was light—black leather with silver trim, tailored to my body. When I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I hardly recognized the woman looking back. The frail girl who once bowed her head around Kaidën was gone. In her place stood someone tougher, colder—someone who had faced death and was no longer afraid of it.  “Still as stubborn as ever, I see.”  Lyrein’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. He lounged casually in the doorway, one hand resting on his sword’s h
 Last Updated : 2025-10-28
Last Updated : 2025-10-28