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Agila's POV Ilan finally walks into the room in the company of a young, unfamiliar woman. She holds his hand like a new lover. His wounds have healed and he looks happy. "Your Majesties . . . this is Indria, my true mate. She is a good person and a -" "Witch?" Parish cuts him short. That is not what Ilan said his mate was. She lived with a family of witches and longed to come back to him.

“Hmm, I can handle it. At least… we can make use of this sudden marriage of my mom’s.” “Lila, didn’t you sleep last night? Your face looks tired and your eyes are red. Did that guy bother you?” “Oh, you always catch me. No, it wasn’t Ryan. I had a weird dream, and I heard a word in a language I’ve never heard before… Râ… Râmiki.” Adam looked at her sharply—more sharply than she had ever seen on his face—then quickly put his calm smile back on. “Do you remember what I told you, Lila?”

Ilyana wanted to call her friend by name, but a strong fist slammed into her stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. The inquisitor's rage raged. Through her pain, Ilyana was surprised at how cruel her friend had become. Is it because he is suffering? Because she couldn't return his feelings? - You will pay for this! - the man grabbed Ilyana by the collar and approached the cliff, almost holding her suspended. The runes on the stones glowed crimson, pulsating like the heartbeat of hell.

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Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

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said Charisa haltingly. Skandar, the man had narrowed his distance now. The man brought the tip of his nose to the tip of Charisa's nose until their noses were touching. Charisa could feel the roar of Uncle Skandar's breath against her skin. The man was then switched on her small lips and also thick. Her uncle Skandar stopped right on her red lips. Charisa's pulse felt fast to feel it.

He strode forward with confidence, stopping just behind Ilia. "I suggest," he said, voice cold and authoritative, "that you speak to her with the respect due a princess." Gasps sounded through the chamber. Ilia blinked. "I—what?" The man looked at her then, his features softening. "My name is Ryvan. I am Prince of the Lycan royal house. And you... are my sister." Ilia’s knees nearly buckled. Her breath caught in her throat as the room spun. "Your—sister?"

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Insinuating himself into the folds of their union like poison. I addressed my raven, which stood serenely on the top beam. "Seek out Ryan," I whispered. "Tell him the moment to escape is over. He must return." The raven croaked and vanished. I looked into the crystal again. There was more. I saw a throne of snakes. And Lilith, white, still, hovering between death and life. Serenia leaning over her, hand on her chest. And Hailey, walking into fire—no armor, no guard, no crown.