Aeliana’s POVThe bunker is cold, quiet, and suffocating.Deep inside the mountain, with a protective ward humming around me, I’m supposed to feel safe. Instead, I feel caged. Every distant explosion vibrates through the rock and into my bones. Through our mindlink, Caelan is a steady, burning presence on the front line. He is focused, lethal, and terrified for the baby and me.I hate this.Mara sits across from me, calm as ever, holding out a plate of food. “Eat, Luna. The baby needs it even if you don’t feel hungry.”My stomach growls traitorously. I pick at the bread and cheese, my eyes glued to the tactical display Theron rigged. “They’re going to hit the eastern approach hard,” I murmur. “Dad thinks so, too.”Mara nods. “He’s baiting them. Letting them commit before springing the trap.”Pride flickers through my worry. My father, even after twenty years in chains, is still the only strategist I know.Another boom rocks the mountain. It feels closer this time.Mara’s face tighten
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