Lomi’s POVThe room smelled of herbs and sickness. The healer’s mixtures lined the shelves, their glass vials catching the dim light, but none of them mattered. The air was thick, heavy, suffocating, as though the prophecy itself had seeped into the walls. My brother’s skin was pale, his breath shallow, his once‑magnetic presence reduced to a fragile shadow of itself. Lucian lay on the bed, eyes half‑closed, lips trembling as though even speaking was too heavy a burden. I sat beside him, clutching his hand, refusing to let go. His fingers were cold, but I held them tighter, willing warmth into them, willing life into him. “Maryelle…” he rasped, his voice barely audible, the name breaking from him like a prayer. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to tell him the truth. “She’s engaged, Lucian. Phantom asked, and she said yes. She'll officially be his mate soon.” His eyes flickered open, pain flashing across them like lightning. He tried to sit up, but his body betrayed him, collapsing
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