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Chapter 16: Shackles of the Past

Fianna’s POV

The clearing still smelled of smoke.

Not the kind from fire, but from Kael — that lingering, choking scent of ash and iron that clung to him wherever he walked.

He was gone, but his voice remained, rattling inside my skull like chains against stone.

She was mine first. She’ll be mine ...