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Seventy Two

Soren’s POVI should have been searching for clues, but the moment I stepped into Derek’s study, my attention shifted. The room was bigger than I expected and far more organized than a man who barely slept should have managed. I checked the drawers first, then the shelves. When I pulled the third drawer open, something caught my eye.A worn leather notebook.Ramsey’s handwriting was on the first page.I froze.Ramsey kept a diary?I shouldn’t have cared. Ramsey irritated me more than half the student population combined, but something about the thick journal pulled me in. I sat on the edge of Derek’s desk and opened it.Ramsey wrote more than I expected. Notes about class schedules, reports to the Council, complaints about students… mostly complaints about Kahlan, which I skipped before I lost my temper and burned the book.I flipped until I reached a page marked with a silver thread.“The dragon flame cannot be moved again. It must stay hidden. If the Academy falls, it stays pro

Seventy Three

Kahlan’s POVI woke up too fast, the kind of sharp awakening that hits before the mind even catches up. The bed under me wasn’t mine. The sheets were warmer, the mattress firmer, and the faint scent in the pillows was familiar enough to calm me for a second—until I realized why it was familiar. Soren’s room. Soren’s bed. And the space beside me was empty.My heart jumped straight into panic before I could stop it. I pushed myself up, breath uneven, eyes scanning the room for even the slightest sign that he was still here. His jacket wasn’t where he usually threw it. His boots weren’t by the wall. The silence pressed too hard, and every terrible possibility hit me at once.“Soren?” I called out, voice already shaking.No answer.I swung my legs out of the bed, already halfway to the door before I could think twice. The last few days had been a mess. Derek was still missing. The locator spell had yet again failed. Everything felt unstable, like something terrible was creepin

Seventy Four

Soren’s POVI didn’t show up for morning classes. There was no point pretending I could focus when Derek was still missing and Kahlan was panicking about it every second she got. I needed answers, and the only place I knew to check was Derek’s house. I left before the sun fully settled over the courtyard, keeping to the quiet halls until I reached his door.The window we had forced open yesterday was still unlocked, so I slipped through it again. The room looked exactly like we had left it, but this time I wasn’t here to panic—this time I was here to search properly. The dragon flame. Derek’s notes.Ramsey’s diary. Anything that could point me toward what was happening.I started with the study. It was the most likely place he’d hide something important. But after checking his shelves twice, opening every drawer, and even digging under piles of useless files, I couldn’t find the book he had been reading before he disappeared. The one that mentioned the dragon flame.Someone h

Seventy Five

Kahlan’s POVFreya didn’t even let me take my first bite of lunch before she slid into the seat beside me and whispered, “Have you spoken to Easton?”I blinked, still half-distracted by the sleepless night. “No. He’s not around. He travelled. No one knows where.”Her eyebrows pulled together. “That’s strange.”Strange didn’t even begin to cover the last twenty-four hours.I hadn’t told her how I’d stayed awake until sunrise, pacing my room, repeating Vermithor’s warning over and over in my head—wait one more day.I also hadn’t told her how, the moment the next day arrived and Derek still didn’t appear at school, something inside me cracked completely.Pretending everything was fine felt impossible.By the time my next class started, my chest felt tight, my legs jittery, my mind screaming at me that Derek was somewhere bleeding out and I was sitting in a classroom learning about magical economics.Something in me broke.I didn’t ask permission.I didn’t tell anyone.I walked straight o

Seventy Six

KAHLAN“What did you just say?” My voice cracked like thin ice.Soren didn’t move. His shoulders were tight, his jaw locked so hard I could see a muscle twitch. The light carved deep shadows over his face, making him look furious and heartbreakingly tired at the same time.His storm-gray eyes—usually steady, usually mine—were glassy with something darker than anger.“Ethan told me everything,” he said, voice rough enough to scrape. “He finally said it. How long he kept it in, I don’t know. But he said it tonight. He used his gift on you, Kahlan. He pushed into your mind. He made you think you wanted him. He made you think it was your idea.”The words didn’t hit me all at once.They slid into me slow, like poison.“What?” I whispered. “No. No, that—no. That can’t be right.”My heartbeat slammed up into my throat.He had to be wrong.Soren had to be wrong.“I would know,” I said, shaking my head hard enough to sting. “I would feel it. I would remember something. Anything. I—Soren, I’m

Seventy seven

Soren’s POVI’m still buried deep inside her when the thought slams back into me: another man has been here. Right here. Inside my woman.The rage is instant, white-hot, blinding. My fingers dig into Kahlan’s hips hard enough that I feel her flinch, but I can’t stop myself. I pull out and drive back in with a punishing thrust that punches a sharp cry from her throat. The headboard smashes against the wall so hard the wood groans and I think the bed is going to break.“Soren—” she gasps, nails raking my shoulders.“I’m sorry,” I snarl, hating the tremor in my voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”She locks her ankles behind my back and yanks me deeper, eyes wild. “Don’t you dare go gentle on me. I want it rough. I need it rough. I need to feel only you. Make me forget his hands, his mouth, everything. Fuck me so hard I can’t remember any name if it isn’t yours.”That’s all it takes.I grab both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. My other hand grips her throat—not cho

Seventy Eight

Kahlan’s POVI woke up before Soren.For a moment I didn’t even realize why my body felt so heavy and warm, why my muscles ached in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with fear or grief. Then I saw him—half-covered by the sheets, hair a mess across his forehead, chest rising in slow, deep breaths. Peaceful.And then my gaze dropped to his hand.The bandaged knuckles were gone. The wrappings had been ripped off sometime last night, and dried blood streaked across the back of his hand like a dark map.My stomach tightened.We’d slept together while he was bleeding.No—we’d fucked, and neither of us had cared enough to stop long enough to do something about it.I pushed myself upright slowly, careful not to wake him. His arm slid off my waist, fingers twitching like they already missed me.I chuckled as something soft tugged at my chest, but I didn’t let myself linger on it. Not now.The first aid kit sat on the shelf near the dresser—Derek had insisted every room have one; sud

Seventy Nine

Soren’s POVMy hands hit the space beside me.The empty space. My eyes snapped open. She wasn't here.I didn't have time to register the bandage that was now wrapped around my hands or anything else for that matter.I had a hunch where she had stormed off to and I knew that if I didn't hurry... something horrible was going to happen.Not like I cared what happened to the piece of shit but we didn't need the trouble m~~~I didn’t knock.I didn’t even slow down.The second I heard Ethan’s scream through the door, something in me snapped. I shoved the door open so hard it bounced off the wall and nearly came off its hinges.“Kahlan—?”My voice stalled.She stood in the middle of the room, chest rising and falling like she’d run miles. Her fist dripped blood—her blood or Ethan’s, I couldn’t tell. Ethan was on the bed, clutching his jaw with both hands, nose bleeding down the front of his shirt, eyes wild and wide.The scene hit me like a punch.“What the hell did you do?” I demanded,

Eighty

Kahlan’s POV The confinement room door slammed behind us, and the sound echoed like a punch to the throat. I didn’t look at Soren. I didn’t want to. I was too busy trying to keep my anger from eating me alive. He shouldn’t have come after me. He shouldn’t have followed me into that room. And he definitely shouldn’t have headbutted Ethan like he was trying to break his skull open. Now we were both paying for it. The rational side of me also knew that I was the one who started pummelling him to the ground first but I didn't care. I took the left corner of the cold room and sat on the cold floor, pulling my knees to my chest. Soren stood near the bars, arms crossed, jaw locked tight. A long crack ran across his lip from earlier, but he didn’t wipe the blood. He just stared ahead like he was trying to burn a hole straight through the metal. For a long time, neither of us said anything. The silence felt like a wall—thick, heavy, impossible to climb. Finally, he exhal

Eighty One

Kahlan’s POV Soren asked me the question so casually that, at first, I thought I heard him wrong. “What do you actually know about your mother?” For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. We were sitting on opposite sides of the room, backs against the cold wall, pretending we were both fine with being locked up for three days straight. Pretending we weren’t slowly losing our minds. But that one question dug under my skin like a blade. I swallowed. “Not much. Honestly… almost nothing.” Soren’s eyes lifted to mine. “Nothing?” “My aunt Mae and Derek never talked about her,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve never even seen a picture. I don’t know what she looked like, what she liked, what she hated… nothing. I don’t even know how she died.” His expression shifted—sympathy or curiosity, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. He leaned his head back against the wall, watching me like he was trying to read something behind my face. “And that never bothered you?” “It d

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