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"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

“You don’t even know us.” She chuckled, a bubbling sound that ended in a wheeze. “I know de wolf got his claws in ye girl. Baby, dis swamp know every soul dat ever step foot in her mud. You come down hea sniffin’ for magic? Dat kinda magic don’ come free. You wanna dig it up? You best be ready to pay de price.” Gideon sighed and rubbed his temples. “I told you she’s crazy. She’s been smoking swamp weed again.”

She sipped on her soup as she hurled insults at me. "You got my son killed and birthed a worthless brat in return! You're not getting any of this soup!" This happened on the day my daughter was born. Had I been reborn? I remembered just moments ago, the child who I'd painstakingly raised had unplugged my oxygen supply and then chatted away with the nanny happily. It was then I'd discovered my child had been swapped shortly after birth. I'd died in agony, filled with betrayal and despair. At present, Doris flung her spoon into the thermal container and slammed it onto the bedside table.

Without hesitation whatsoever, I reach out. The ground surges under me. The swamp seems as if it has come alive. Roots grab my ankles, yanking me down. My hands claw at the mud. My wolf roars, pushing strength through my limbs. My bond with Zenith burns against my collarbone. Then I feel her. Not beside me. But within me.

So we were left with absolute darkness, the kind that makes every breath feel loud. "Step exactly where I step," Gideon rasped. His scarred face got lit up by that sickly green chemical flare. He had a machete in one hand, and in the other, a compass that spun like it wanted to escape him. "The Blood-Paths are the only solid ground, you step one inch off the root line and the mud will swallow you whole… it won’t spit you back out." I didn’t need the warning, my Alpha senses were already yelling. The swamp wasn’t only highly toxic , it was alive. Every shadow seemed to wear a pair of watching eyes.

“Don’t stop. Don’t look back.” Junie stayed close, her senses alive with the rhythm of the swamp. “I can help,” she whispered, brushing her hand across a nearby cypress root. Slowly, imperceptibly, the roots twisted and rose, weaving over their footprints, masking the path behind them. Water from the swamp swirled in subtle eddies around their ankles, soft currents that muffled their steps, while mud shifted to cover their tracks. She felt the pulse of the swamp in her veins: earth, water, trees, and moss bending subtly to her will.

The place reeked of everything that was wrong and unnatural. We reached the swamp at dusk. The ground turned wet beneath their steps, the trees leaning over still water that mirrored the darkening sky. The air grew unnaturally still. Even the breeze died. The surface of the swamp was glass, reflecting the rising stars and the cold, blue light of the moon. I crouched low, ears twitching. Something was wrong. A crack split the silence. Branches broke overhead. Manolya jerked her head to the side with her eyes wide. She was already too close to the edge.

light in the stinky swamp. Luckily, these foul respawns of beasts, which looked like some deformed squirrels, were moving out of our way; it seemed they were afraid of us. Good, I really don't have time, interest, or will to play demonic pest control in this murky maze. This touted shortcut which should have been our salvation, as Norgarth explained, seemed like a rouse, a trap and like he was stalling us. I am starting to share Kandreah's mistrust and annoyance with Norgarth as we venture deeper into this scarcely-lit, stinky shitroad to central Macabantrah. We were meandering through the dim, putrid, vermin-infested sewer-like corridors, which reminded me of cra.ppy Damnarynth a lot. Its