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Chapter 30

EmberThe throne room doesn’t feel like a prison anymore. That realization should scare me more than chains ever could, but it doesn’t. It feels right. It feels like I belong here. The walls glow softly, not with firelight but with something warmer, like dusk stretched thin across stone. Tall windows pour in sunlight that shouldn’t exist here, banners of obsidian and gold stirring as if there’s a breeze. The air smells like incense and embers instead of blood and rot.Sariyah moves around me slowly, unhurried, as if she has all the time in the world. As if I’m already hers. “You feel it,” she says, her voice low and smooth, curling beneath my skin. “How tired you are.”I swallow hard. I am tired. Sleep would not fix the kind of tired that I am. This was the kind that settles into your bones. I knew that rest would only be earned through surrender, when I finally stopped fighting so hard. Fighting for something that I couldn’t even remember.“I chose this,” I say, but the words feel t

Chapter 31

EmberSariyah doesn’t force me to see Bastion, She suggests it and somehow it feels right.“He’s been asking for you,” she says gently, as if she’s doing me a kindness. “He remembers who you really are.”That makes my chest ache, maybe there is someone who remembers who I am, because even I am not sure anymore.Bastion is waiting when I enter the chamber—clean, composed, crowned in shadow and silver. He looks… whole and as strong as I ever remember seeing him. Nothing like the broken man I keep being told I’m trying to save. When he sees me, his expression softens.“There you are,” he says, relief washing over his features. “I was afraid she wouldn’t let you come.”“She wants what’s best for us,” I reply, the words coming easily. Naturally.Bastion steps closer, taking my hands. His touch is warm. Familiar in a way that feels older than memory.“You were different before,” he says quietly. “Before him.”Something tightens in my chest. “Before who?”His brow furrows. “Orion.”The name

Chapter 32

OrionI’ve faced death. I’ve faced gods, monsters, entire realms trying to tear me apart. None of it compares to watching Ember look at me like I’m nothing. Like I’m a stranger who wandered too close. Her eyes were empty, calm, obedient. That’s what’s killing me.I pace the length of the cell until my palms split against the stone. The pain barely registers. I need it. Need something sharp enough to anchor me to what’s real.“She didn’t feel you,” Bram mutters hoarsely from the corner.I spin on him. “Don’t.”Caelan grips the bars, jaw locked so tight I can hear his teeth grind. He doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t have to. We both felt it; the way her presence flickered through the bond like a dying flame.“She’s still in there,” he says, controlled, measured. “Sariyah hasn’t finished breaking her.”Good. Because when she does, I’ll have nothing left to lose.I drop to my knees, breath coming too fast, vision tunneling. Every part of me is screaming to move, to kill, to tear through sto

Chapter 33

EmberIt feels… peaceful. That’s the best way to describe it, I think, how calm everything becomes when Bastion is near. The noise in my head softens. The constant pulling, the ache, the fire that never seems to rest finally settles into something warm and steady. It feels right like this is where I was always meant to be.He stands before me, exactly as I remember him strong and familiar. Safe in a way I had forgotten safety could feel. His hands are gentle when he reaches for me, not demanding, not testing, just there.“You look exhausted,” he says softly. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”I swallow hard. My throat burns, but I don’t know why.“I was fighting?” I ask.His mouth tightens and a soft look come across his face, a look of sympathy. “You were made to believe you were.”That word again. Believe. He steps closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret meant only for us. “You were carrying a war that was never yours, Ember. They used you. They pushed you into becoming so

Chapter 34

OrionThe cheering reaches us first. It pours down through the stone like poison, laughter, applause, celebration, seeping into the dungeon until it’s impossible to breathe around it. I know what it is before the words ever come. I feel it in the bond, twisted and muffled and wrong, like someone has shoved their hands into my chest and started pulling threads loose.A wedding. Her wedding.I slam my fist into the bars hard enough to split skin. The pain barely registers. Then the footsteps come, unhurried, elegant, deliberate. I feel her presence before I see her. I spent long enough listening for her walk to know when I hear her coming. The arrogance and unabashed confidence fills the room and makes my stomach turn.Sariyah doesn’t need guards. She never does. She stops just outside the cell, light from the hallway washing over the corridor like candle glow, soft and obscene. She smiles at me as if we’re old friends sharing a joke.“Did you hear them?” she asks sweetly. “They adore

Chapter 35

EmberI don’t remember inviting him, but Bastion arrives anyway, like he always used to, quiet, familiar, carrying a tray of food as if this is still our life from before the offering and before this whole mess ever started.My rooms glow warm tonight. Candles and silk it all seems too perfect.“You used to hate eating alone,” he says as he sets the tray down between us. His smile is gentle, a little unsure. “I thought… maybe this would help.”It does. We eat and talk like we used to, about Crescent Falls, about memories that feel half-borrowed, half-mine. He laughs softly when I tease him. He reaches for my hand without thinking. My body responds before my mind can catch up. It feels right. It should feel right. When he kisses me, it’s slow at first, it feels reverent. Like he’s afraid I might disappear if he presses too hard. I don’t pull away. I kiss him back, letting myself sink into the warmth of him, into the certainty he offers.Bastion doesn’t waste time pretending this is inn

Chapter 36

OrionThe last thing she said to me was I hate you. The last thing she did was sentence me to die.That memory lives under my skin now, sharp, festering, impossible to remove. I replay it every time the dungeon goes quiet. Every time the bond stays cold and silent, like a grave that refuses to answer when you scream into it.She looked at me like a stranger. No; worse than a stranger. Like an enemy.Queen. Heir. Executioner.I tear against the chains again, breath coming too fast, shadows lashing out in answer to my pulse. The wards bite back, burning into my wrists, but I don’t stop. Pain is a mercy. Pain is proof I’m still here.“She meant it,” Caelan says quietly.I stop pacing. I don’t disagree. But hearing it out loud feels like being carved open.“She believed every word Sariyah fed her,” he continues. “You saw her eyes.”I did. They were empty and void of warmth, but full of conviction.“She hates me,” I say, my voice scraping raw from my throat. “Or she thinks she does.”The b

Chapter 37

EmberI’m standing perfectly still when it hits me. A tight pressure so deep in my chest, like the ground beneath my heart just gave way.I press a hand to my sternum, breath stuttering as something dark and vast surges against the edges of my mind. Shadow, not cold, not cruel, but unleashed. Unanchored. I know it’s Orion. I’ve been holding him back Forcing everything down. Every memory, every feeling. Every instinct that wants to reach for him like a wound trying to close. But now, now something is tearing free. Stop, I think blindly, panic flaring. Please. The bond answers with a pressure so intense it steals my breath. So full of emotion. Grief sharpened into obsession, fear that has curdled into resolve. Love stretched so tight it’s beginning to strangle everything else. He thinks I’m gone. The realization hits like a blade. He thinks I meant it. Thinks I believed the lies. Thinks I chose Bastion and chose his death. I know he has to believe all of it for this work. I know this i

Chapter 38

EmberTheatrics are a language when it comes to Lazriel. The first sign is so blatant I almost laugh. Almost. A servant has left my dressing table rearranged. Not cleaned or organized. It was curated. My jewelry is laid out in a precise spiral, each piece angled deliberately, obsidian ring, velvet choker, silver cuff, onyx pin, ending with a single silver bracelet, upon closer inspection I see that is a serpent eating its own tail, the symbol of the Velvet Coil, placed dead center.Lazriel used to do this before negotiations. He called it setting the stage. He once told me, if you see the coil, love, it means I’m still in control of something. My throat tightens. He’s alive. And he wants me to know he’s not breaking.The second sign is pure audacity. At dinner, Sariyah presents a new wine, ancient, rare, infused with shadow magic. Bastion praises it. Courtiers murmur reverently. I lift my glass, and freeze. The wine has been garnished with a strip of black velvet ribbon tied around

Chapter 39

Ember They dress me like a weapon. Layer by layer, they sheath me in black silk and obsidian-threaded velvet, the fabric heavy with enchantment. The bodice tightens around my ribs, forcing my posture straight, regal, unyielding. Gold filigree coils over my shoulders and down my arms, etched with sigils older than the city itself. Power hums in them, responding to me, recognizing something it has been waiting for. Sariyah watches from behind, her reflection framed in the mirror over my shoulder. “You wear it well,” she says. “The city already feels your presence.” I meet my own eyes in the glass. They look darker than they should, too sharp, too knowing. For a moment, I barely recognize myself. “Do I?” I ask softly. Her hands settle on my shoulders, claws grazing skin through fabric. “You always have.” The doors to the throne room open with a reverberation that rolls through my chest. Sound follows, voices, murmurs, the rustle of silks and armor. The court has assembled. I step

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