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Carefully, almost reverently, she takes my limp hand from where it rests against my thigh and gently guides me to my feet. The heavy ropes from the night before are gone, leaving me free to move my limbs without restriction. I can physically walk around now. Technically, the lack of bindings means I have the physical freedom to attempt an escape, but Archie is anything but foolish. He may have ordered the ropes removed from my wrists, but the heavily armed guards stationed right outside my door haven't moved an inch.

“The Veil’s maker, the city’s lord. You’ve carried my shard, my lock, my spark. Now, bring it home.” The bond roared, Lucian’s hand on my arm, his voice fierce—“She’s not yours!”—but the Architect smiled, and the shards *moved*, not attacking but *weaving*, their claws forming a cage, not around us but the dagger, its light dimming, the mark pulsing faster, his voice pulling at me, not like her but deeper, older, promising truth. “I’m not your pawn,” I said, slashing the dagger at the cage, its light flaring, scattering the shards, but they reformed, faster, their hum deafening, the spiral glowing brighter, the throne closer, his eyes swallowing me.

Boom. Jack was ripped away from the wall so violently that he stumbled, crashing into the nearby table. Bottles shattered, crates tumbled, and the entire room seemed to shake with the impact. Before I could even blink, a strong, unrelenting grip closed around my wrist, yanking me back with a force that sent my pulse skyrocketing. Liam. His presence was suffocating. Dominating. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist like a steel cuff, his expression carved from ice. Jack groaned from the floor, trying to push himself up. "Liam—what the hell—"

But the contract has been formed before they knew it, so he has no choice now but fill the end of his bargain. Look for the child of death and wrath? Who could that possibly be? There are Millions of people around the world. On the other hand, as Mara takes her rest, the prophecy still bothered her to the prophecy. "At the end of the great bargain between a fiend and virtuous, Shackles shall fall on the fiery land of preposterous. The sin will spellbind her folks for liberating a helpless energy. The entrance shall welcome the people of blasphemy." The bargain they were talking about must be connected to Shane.

Max asked as he had had signed on something greater than four places in the dictionary level paperwork. “Yes, we are. You can go and start your candle light ceremony.” Paul replied, affirming to his insinuations. He had sealed it in writing, Max was no longer in the mafia and now only an Alpha Lord. I was ecstatic because I wouldn’t have to be burdened by the aftermath of the war that had been showing signs of starting soon.

“If you need to, you must use it. Do you understand me? ” And yet, Alcina arrives, to find that Lord Brendan has apparently commissioned a lock on the door that separates their bedrooms, such that Alcina can prevent his entry into her room. It evokes the faint impression of a beast, willingly slipping into chain restraints of its own accord, and handing the keys to his captor. And yet, the accompanying image is not of a beast, but of Lord Brendan - of Lord Brendan, a person, slipping an iron collar over his own head and locking himself behind bars.

’’ The other taunted, and Shira closed her eyes as again, her attacker bared his claws. ‘’She’s Farok’s mate.’’ The other said quietly, and the entire hall fell silent. Shira didn’t even protest as the other werewolf who seemed to be the leader came forward and tied her arms behind her back. There was a look of utter evil in his eyes, and she realized, he wasn’t her rescuer, he was bringing her to a far worse fate. . . and who was Lord Baristan!

"Lord Ralph is getting weaker. He is not the lord I used to know. Imagine letting a human talk back at him and go free. Since when did he hear, please? I bet they will question his capability once this gets out to the council." I did not know what she was going on about, but she grabbed me by the collar and shoved me into a door, which pushed back as my head hit it. I fell into a bright room, crashing to the ground, and squeezed my eyes shut for a while to remain conscious.

An authoritative and rather rough voice, with some hoarseness, resounded around the room: “Your desires do not concern me at all, escha. I decided so, so you will obey! Then, looking towards one of his warriors, he ordered: -Shackle her! A little later, she will join the other eschs in my palace. - Listen, my lord! - Stretching along the string, rapped out a warrior with dark, like a raven's wing, hair. Then he turned to the girl, holding bracelets in his hands to shackle her in them. - On your knees, escha! "Don't, please, don't!" The girl trembled with sobs as she knelt down. - Do not do that!

Valerie's POV The monster finally unchained me after he was done. He kicked and pulled me on the ground like a criminal. I cried, face buried on my lap. I cursed him under my breath, I cursed my half-brother for putting me into this mess. "Please let me go" I begged as I made to cover my bare body with my arms. He flashed a wicked sneer at me. A growl formed at the corner of his lip as though he was to consider my plea and soon he got up from his seat which stood behind the large table in the room. The hooting sound from his massive leather boots crushed against the marble tiles.