All Chapters of Bound to the Enemy’s Bed: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The Veil was breathing again. Each pulse of light rolled through the ruined Vale like a tide of memory — soft, almost tender, if not for the ache it left in its wake. The survivors huddled near the remnants of the wards, their faces pale with exhaustion. Above them, the sky trembled with silver veins, each strand a wound barely holding its shape. Kael stood at the edge of what had once been the Mirror Gate. The pool there was dark now, reflecting nothing but a faint shimmer of light that did not belong to this world. The air tasted of iron and storm. Elaria’s voice reached him through the hush. “Kael, if you go now, there’s no path back.” He didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed on the faint ripple forming in the black water. “There never was.” Draven moved closer, his expression a knot of fury and fear. “You can’t save him that way.” Kael finally turned. “I’m not saving him.” The silence that followed was heavy, full of things none of them wanted to say. He knelt an

For a long moment, no one breathed.The wind that moved through the ruins was too quiet, as if the world itself were listening — waiting. Kael stood motionless at the heart of the shattered Vale, the pale veins of light still running beneath his skin, glowing softly through the torn fabric of his coat.Then, in the puddle of silver water at his feet, his reflection blinked.Not a trick of the light. Not a tremor in the surface. It blinked — slow, deliberate, conscious.Elaria’s voice was a whisper. “Kael… don’t move.”But the reflection smiled.It was his face — and not. Its eyes were wrong: black where his were silver, bright where his were hollow. The smile widened, stretching too far. When Kael stepped back, the reflection didn’t follow. It stayed where it was, watching him, its expression shifting from amusement to something almost… tender. “You left something behind,” it said.The voice came from under the water — soft, layered, as though spoken by a thousand echoes at once. Eve

For a moment after the mirror closed, the world forgot how to breathe.Elaria did not realize she was still standing until the silence began to tremble. The sound was so small she might have imagined it—the faint crackle of light cooling, the whisper of air remembering motion. Around her, the ruins of the Vale looked as if someone had painted them in glass: every edge too bright, every color too fragile.Kael was gone.The thought came slowly, like a wound opening beneath skin. She stared at the place where he had been, her eyes struggling to make sense of the absence. There was no mark, no flash, no trace—only the faint distortion of light, as if the air itself had been stretched too thin.She whispered his name once. It did not echo.The mirror before her shimmered faintly, reflecting nothing at all. The surface had gone still—so utterly still it seemed less like a thing and more like the absence of one.“Kael?”No answer.Her throat tightened. She could still feel the hum of the Va

The sky broke like glass.Elaria didn’t see him at first — she felt him. A concussion of force rolled through the mirrored air, shattering the silence that had clung since Kael vanished. Every surface screamed — a sound that wasn’t sound, but pressure, memory, grief. The Vale buckled inward, and for an instant she thought the world itself would simply fold and disappear.Then the light tore open.Rhovan came through like a wound being made in reality. The mirrored sky bent around him, silver and black and flame-bright, his cloak streaming behind him in shards of reflected color. The force of his arrival threw her backward; she hit the fractured ground, breath driven from her lungs. The air smelled of ozone and blood.He hit the earth on one knee, a hand pressed to the ground as if to steady it — or command it. Power bled from him, dark and cold, crackling through the air like the aftershock of thunder. His eyes were lit from within, twin storms of iron and violet fire.“Elaria,” he sa

The light didn’t fade.It fractured.Elaria stumbled to her knees, gasping, her hands buried in the shimmering dust that had once been the Vale’s soil. The air still pulsed with the echo of Rhovan’s arrival—violent, thunderous, divine. Her ears rang. Her heart did too.For a moment, she thought she was dead.Then she heard him breathing.“Kael…” Her voice cracked, half a prayer, half a disbelieving whisper. “Kael—?”The dust shifted beside her. A shadow stirred within the glow, and then he was there—on his side, drenched in light and blood, his body trembling but alive. His chest rose, shallow but steady. The mirror sheen that had devoured him now clung faintly to his skin like dew, fading with each breath.Elaria reached for him. “You—gods, you made it.”Kael groaned, turning his head slightly. His eyes fluttered open—silvered, hollow, and yet, unmistakably his. “Did we win?” he rasped.Elaria’s throat tightened. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to believe it.But behind him, the wo