Chapter One Hundred Seventy FiveLiana POV The riders keep coming.Their horses hit the ground hard, one after another, the sound rolling through my chest like thunder.Kael steps in front of me, blade lifted, body tense in a way that tells me the fight has already started in his head.My hands are shaking again.I try to stop it, but my fingers won’t listen.The archers wait for Kael’s order.No one fires without him.The lead rider slows.He lifts a torch, letting the light touch his face.I know him.That’s what hits me first.I know him.His face is older, his hair darker, his posture tighter, but I know that mouth, that scar across the left jaw, that cold stare that used to tell me to shut up and listen.My stomach twists.My throat closes.Kael sees my reaction.“Who is he?” Kael asks without looking back.“My brother,” I whisper.The word tastes wrong coming out of my mouth.Kael freezes for one second.Then everything inside him sharpens.The rider lifts his torch higher.“Li
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