Chapter Fifty: The Breath Between Worlds

Isabelle hovered between breaths, firelight dancing across her pale face. She lay on a woven bed of sea-priestess moss and Tuatha ward-vines—an improvised healing pallet woven from magic and sea-salt.

Lucien refused to sleep, his hand clutching hers. His guilt weighed like steel armor.

He squeezed...

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