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When she finally talked, her voice was so quiet I almost missed it. "He knew your name." I went still. My hand stopped moving over Kieran's chest where I could feel his uneven heartbeat. She pulled the cloak tighter. "He called you Kaia of the Hollow. Like he'd been waiting for you." A chill ran down my back. The Hollow had eaten up whole families, generations of people. It remembered the dead. But that stranger's eyes hadn't looked sad or grieving. They'd looked like he owned something. "I don't know what he was," I said finally. The truth felt rough in my throat. "But he wasn't just a man."

Its eyes burned like molten obsidian. The ritual ended with a sound like a crack of thunder inside the earth. Kane opened his eyes, and for a heartbeat, I didn’t recognize him. His gaze was still his… but rimmed with shadow. His skin seemed to drink in the light. Then the Hollow came. It tore itself from the fissure, massive and terrible, a shape of shifting stone and shadow bound together by a core of blinding hunger. Its eyes, that’s if they could be called that locked on me, and I felt its intent as clearly as if it had spoken: I was prey.

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

Hunter's disappearance had affected all of us. Even the babies seemed quieter. Xander floated near the ceiling, occasionally opening tiny portals that never led anywhere useful. He still looked disappointed every time Hunter failed to appear. I looked toward Chaos. "There has to be another way." Chaos stopped pacing. "There is." Everyone looked at him. He held out one hand. "The Void remembers those connected to it." He smiled faintly. "Hunter is my knight." "He carries the Void's shadows." He closed his hand. "We'll use them as a token."

The magic Damien had told me about just before he died, the illegal magic that would let me merge with the Hollow King's soul. My life was on the line. My spirit. Everything. I couldn't tell Lucian either. The Hollow King smiled like he knew what I was hiding. His voice crept into my mind like poisonous honey. "Think about it, The ground was shaking so hard that my knees almost gave out. The caves were falling apart slowly and loudly, with huge chunks of stone breaking off and crashing to the ground. As hard as snow, dust fell like snow. "Elara!" I charged at her and grabbed her arm. "Move!"

The hollow shrieked, edges flaring violently, tendrils striking unpredictably, but the lattice held, chaotic yet coherent. The ally from the crevice moved forward, releasing a surge of stabilizing energy that intertwined with the twin currents. “It will test you in ways you cannot foresee,” the figure said quietly. “The hollow is older than anything you have faced. Its hunger is intelligence and instinct combined. It will try to break you, physically, mentally, spiritually.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Then we stand. We adapt. Together.”

“You want the pack for your own twisted ends. But the Hollow King? He’s offering something more. A future where I’m not just a pawn but the queen.” Rowan’s hands clenched into fists, the dark magic pulsing at his fingertips like a warning. “You’re a traitor to everything we built. You’re a liability.” “Better to be a liability than a leash,” I whispered, my voice cold as winter frost. The Hollow King’s form shifted, stepping fully into the dim light. His armor seemed carved from shadow and bone, a crown of snarling wolves etched into the metal. “Rowan,” his voice rumbled like the earth itself, “your ambition is a spark. But I am the wildfire. And Mia is my flame.”

“You’re afraid.” “Yes,” I said. “Of losing you.” Her mouth softened for a moment, but then she pulled away. “You won’t lose me, Kira. Not if you stand with me.” And then she was gone, swallowed by the shadows of the caves. I sat there for a long time after, listening to the wind. My chest hurt with a kind of pain that had no shape. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Days passed. The Hollow grew busier. Warriors trained at dawn. The smell of oil and smoke filled the air again. I helped pack supplies, pretending not to hear their plans. Every word felt like a knife turning in me.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I curl into myself, the world spinning. “He’s forgetting me,” I whisper. “He called me Kaia.” The Faes pull me up roughly, magic binding my wrists. I’m too weak to fight and too consumed by what I saw. “You could have unraveled the barrier between life and death,” another Seer says coldly. “The Hollow is not a place meant for the living.” I glare up at them, defiant even through the blood and dizziness. “I love him,” I hiss. “I won’t leave him in the dark. I won’t let him be swallowed by that thing.”

Holloway's absence signifies a devastating setback to our plans. Still, as I drift toward sleep, I hold onto one certainty: whatever comes, Cain and I will face it together. The bond between us has grown into something stronger than family legacy or magical duty—something real and chosen, forged through shared danger and quiet moments of connection. It's this thought that finally allows me to sleep, nestled against him in the quiet darkness of Luna's apartment, as outside, the veil between worlds grows thinner with each passing hour.