The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen
I gasped, clutching my ribs, my forehead resting against the cold, wet stone.
I saw it then. Not a vision, but a record.
Lumi, standing in a sterile, white chamber. Her hands were bound not with iron, but with ribbons of pure, mathematical light. Her mouth was set in that stubborn, defiant line I knew so well, even as her pulse raced against her throat. I saw a page turning in a book I couldn't see. I saw ink bleeding across her name.
She didn’t scream.
That made it a thousand times worse.
Bab Populer