My Queen “My queen.” The words did not sound like a greeting. They sounded like a claim. The ruined entry hall went so still I could hear water dripping from the broken ceiling into a puddle near my boots. One drop. Then another. Then another. Damien stepped forward. A growl rolled from his chest, low enough to make the floor tremble. “Call her that again.” The silver-eyed man looked at him. Not annoyed. Not threatened. Barely interested. “Thorncroft.” Just the name. Nothing more. Still, Damien reacted like he had been struck. His shoulders locked. The bond snapped tight between us. Anger. Recognition. A flash of something inherited and old. I looked at him. “You know him?” Damien’s mouth tightened. “No.” The journal opened. BLOOD KNOWS BLOOD. I slowly turned my head toward him. “Try again.” Damien’s jaw flexed. Kael moved closer, blade angled downward but ready. His face had gone sharp in a way I had not seen before. The new man smiled faintly at Kael.
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