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I know she lied the moment the bond goes silent.Not weak. Not fading.Cut.Aria never cuts the bond unless she is protecting someone.My chest tightens. My hands curl.Too late. I am already moving.“She never meant to trade Sera,” I say.The words fall heavy between us.Lucian does not answer right away.“She wouldn’t,” I continued. “Not like that. Not without telling me.”Lucian’s jaw tightens. His eyes flick away for half a second.That is all the answer I need.“You knew,” I say. “You knew she was lying.”“She was desperate,” Lucian replies. “So were you.”“That’s not the same,” I snapped. “You let it happen.”“I let Sera run,” he says quietly.The silence burns.“You let her walk into danger,” I growl.“I followed her scent.”“You followed too late.”Lucian meets my gaze then. Steady. Unafraid.“I followed close enough to know she was never the target.”My heart stutters.“What does that mean?” I ask.“It means the council never wanted her,” he says. “They wanted Aria to think t

know it’s a trap the moment my feet stop moving.Still, I don’t resist.Because if Aria is breathing, I will walk into anything.They take my weapons first. I let them.They bind my hands. I don’t fight.They smile like they already won.“You came faster than expected,” one of them says.I lift my head. “I always do.”That makes them pause.They lead me forward. I don’t look around. I don’t need to. I know who is waiting.An elder steps forward. Older than the rest. Quieter. Worse.“You look like him,” the elder says.I clench my jaw. “Don’t say his name.”He smiles. “Your father?”My chest tightens.“He taught you well,” the elder continues. “Strength. Loyalty. Control.”“He taught me how to kill men like you,” I replied.A ripple of murmurs moves through the council.The elder raises a hand. Silence falls.“You think you’re here because you failed to protect her,” he says calmly.“I’m here because you took her,” I snapped.He tilts his head. “Partly.”I strain against the bindings.

I felt her before I saw her.That was the problem.I had been trained to hunt. To track breath. To read silence. To follow fear. The council made sure of that. They shaped my instincts until they became law inside my bones. When they told me to find Sera, I didn’t hesitate. I told myself it was my duty. I told myself it was balanced. I told myself it was necessary.I lied.Because the moment I felt her presence, something in me pulled tight. Not excitement. Not hunger. Guilt.I slowed my steps. I listened harder than I ever had. And then I heard voices that were not hers.They were calm. Too calm.Council soldiers did not speak with panic. They spoke with order.I stopped breathing.So they were here first.I stepped forward anyway.“You took your time,” one of them said, his voice smooth. “We thought you lost her.”“I did,” I replied. My voice did not shake. Training held it steady. “Then I found her trail again.”Sera’s scent was faint. She had learned to hide. I had taught her that

“A weapon doesn’t have a heartbeat,” I say. “This one does.”Silence spreads.“You will submit to the ritual,” the elder says. “It will end the risk.”“It will end my child,” I answer.“It will end war,” he replies.I shake my head.“You lie to yourselves,” I say. “War never ends with one death.”“You speak too freely,” he warns.“You chained me,” I say. “You don’t get silence with chains.”A murmur passes through them.“The heartbeat law is clear,” the elder says. “If the child’s pulse rises above threshold, the council may act.”“You wrote that law,” I say. “You can erase it.”“We protect the realm,” he replies.“No,” I say. “You protect control.”The room tightens.“You think this is about mercy?” another voice asks. “This is survival.”“Whose?” I ask.No answer comes.I breathe slowly.“Let me ask you something,” I say. “How many of you have held a newborn?”A sharp inhale. A shift.“That is not relevant,” the elder snaps.“It is everything,” I say. “You fear what you don’t love.”

“He can stop the instinct,” Damon says. “The command.”“Yes,” I whisper. “In everyone.”The man shakes his head.“No,” he says. “That power belongs to the council.”“No,” I reply. “It belongs to the future.”The baby’s heartbeat grows louder.The chamber hums.Damon drops to one knee.“Aria,” he breathes. “It’s overwhelming.”“I know,” I say. “I feel it too.”Pain flashes through me.Sharp. Suddenly.I cry out.Damon grabs me.“What’s wrong?” he asks.“I don’t know,” I gasp. “Something is pulling.”The man smiles again.“You see,” he says. “The chamber takes its price.”Damon snarls.“You touch her again,” he says, “and I will tear you apart.”“You cannot,” his father replies. “Not while she is the source.”Another wave hits.I stumble.“Aria!” Damon shouts.“I’m okay,” I lied.I am not.My vision blurs.“The chamber breathes with him,” I whisper. “But it feeds on me.”Damon looks wild now.“We leave,” he says.“There is no leaving,” the man says. “Only completion.”“No,” I say. “Ther