ANWEN'S POVI couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Rhydan.My breath caught in my throat, and every muscle in my body locked, as if bracing for whatever came next.But instead of exploding, Rhydan exhaled—a long, controlled breath, like he was forcing a storm back into its cage. The heat around us pulsed once, then steadied.He straightened, though his hands remained on me, firm and unyielding, pinning me in place.He turned his head slightly, nodding to the royal guards. “Seize him,” he ordered.Only then did I move. My head snapped toward Arlo just as the two uniformed Scions seized him by the arms. His eyes widened, and he twisted instinctively, struggling against their grip.“No—Arlo!” I cried, reaching for him, though he was already too far away. My fingers closed on empty air as the guards dragged him back.Arlo fought against them, straining to look at me, his voice breaking as he called out, “Anwen!”He kept shouting my name, over and over,
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