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CELLAThe snarl that comes out of him does not sound like anything I have ever heard from Aeden before, not in anger, not in grief, not even in the worst of the nights when his control frayed thin around the edges of whatever the demon king's presence cost him. It comes from somewhere lower than his throat, something old and animal and entirely without the calculation that has defined every version of him I have known, and when I do not pull my hand back fast enough he lunges.I hit the scorched ground hard enough to drive the breath from my lungs, his weight pinning my shoulder for one terrible half second before Darian's arms close around him from behind and haul him backward with a strength that costs him visibly, both of them going down together in a tangle of limbs that has nothing gentle left in it."Aeden." Darian's voice is strained, urgent, pitched low the way you might speak to a cornered animal rather than a man. "Aeden, stand down. It's me. It's Darian."Aeden does not sta

CELLANight falls slow over the estate, the kind of slow that makes every hour feel stretched thin, and by the time the last of the guards has finished their rounds and Mira has quietly closed the antechamber door behind her, leaving only the two of us and the single lamp burning low on the table between our chairs, I understand for the first time just how long a night can be when you are afraid to close your eyes.Aeden has not moved from the cot in hours. He lies curled on his side, wrists still bound though Mira loosened the rope enough that it no longer bites into his skin, his eyes open and fixed on some middle distance that has nothing to do with the room around him. I have watched him breathe for so long now that I have started counting without meaning to, the rise and fall of his chest the only proof I have left that whatever came back through that seam with me is still, in some fundamental way, alive."You don't have to stay awake all night." I say it quietly, more to fill th

DARIANThe council hall empties slowly, elders trading low words as they file out, and I stay rooted at the head of the table until the last of them is gone and the only sound left is the fire settling in the hearth behind me. I should be doing something useful with the silence. Drafting a response to Fennick. Deciding who among the ranked officers even deserves consideration for second. Instead I find myself walking the length of the hall toward the east corridor, the one that leads nowhere I need to be, and I don't let myself examine why my feet have chosen that direction until I'm already standing outside her door.Crystal's door.No one has touched this room since she died. I told the staff to leave it, some order I gave without thinking too hard about what it meant, and now I stand in the doorway looking at a chamber that still smells faintly of the oil she used in her hair, a hairbrush left on the vanity as though she meant to come back for it. I don't go in. I never go in. I st

CELLAI write the refusal myself, three days after the courtier leaves, sitting alone in Mira's small office because it's the only room in the estate with a desk and enough quiet to keep my hand from shaking while I compose it.I do not soften it. I've spent twenty-two years learning exactly how much softening my father's court requires before a woman's word is taken seriously at all, and I find, somewhere in the careful anger of drafting this letter, that I no longer have the patience left to perform that particular courtesy.To my father, Alpha Ardentis. I decline the proposed match. My bond stands, whatever legal standing your court chooses to grant it. I am not an asset to be negotiated once proven useful, nor a complication to be managed once inconvenient. I am your daughter, whatever that has ever meant to you, and I will not spend what I survived to purchase a marriage neither of us actually wants for me. Cella.Mira reads it over my shoulder once I've finished, her expression

CELLAThe vision comes without warning, the way they've come since the Veil took its price from me, no warning tremor, no familiar pull behind my eyes the way visions used to announce themselves before I lost most of what made me a clairvoyant worth fearing.I'm sitting beside Aeden's cot when it hits, his hand still loosely curled around mine from the night before, and one moment I'm watching morning light creep weak across the floor and the next the room simply isn't there anymore, replaced by darkness so complete it takes my mind a full, disoriented second to understand I'm not blind, I'm somewhere else entirely.Ground, first. Scorched, cracked, radiating a heat that has no business existing beneath open sky. Then a sound, low and rhythmic, something that isn't quite breathing and isn't quite a heartbeat, rising from underneath the earth itself rather than from any living thing standing on top of it. I try to turn, try to see more of wherever this is, and the vision resists me the