Chapter Thirty OneI gasped as the world snapped back into focus.I was on my knees, trembling, with Lyrian beside me, his hands steadying my shoulders. The pressure of his touch was the only thing keeping me grounded.“You saw it too,” I said, my voice rough. “The memory.”“Kaelen…” I whispered. “He…”“He has been working with a witch,” Lyrian finished grimly. “Or maybe he is one. A hybrid, perhaps, hidden for centuries.” His eyes shifted to Kaelen, who still knelt frozen beneath the crushing weight of Lyrian’s aura. “That is how you did it. How you killed four Luna Queens without leaving a trace. Magic masks scent. It hides intent. It creates false trails.”Kaelen’s face was blank, stripped of all emotion. “I do not know what you are talking about.”“Oh, but you do,” Lyrian said as he rose to his full height.He pulled me up with him, his arm wrapping firmly around my waist. The gesture was both protective and possessive, and it sent a shiver through me.“Five centuries, Kaelen,” he
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