Love You After You Died
“Sleep. Tomorrow Rurik tests you anew.”
Before retreating, he added under his breath, “I too was once traded by an Alpha who feared death. Endure.”
The cell door shut.
Ophelia lay on straw, hands over her stomach, whispering another fragment of moon-song: “Brave hearts bloom where shadows press.” She pictured Dylan—alive, healed, perhaps already regretting. The thought battered her. She pressed a palm to cold stone to anchor the ache.
Beyond the slit window, clouds peeled apart revealing a thin, defiant crescent moon. Its light slid over her collar, turning iron to silver for a heartbeat.
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