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Chapter 46: The Rift’s Shadow
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Lena’s breathing was unsteady. The warmth of Cassian’s arms around her should have been grounding, but it only made the weight in her chest heavier. The Rift’s voice—the queen’s voice—still whispered in her mind, a thread of power winding through her veins.She felt Cassian’s steady gaze on her, felt the tension in his grip as if he could sense the war raging inside her.“Lena,” he murmured, voice edged with concern.She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to lean into him, to let his presence anchor her. But how could she? How could she let him hold her when she wasn’t even sure who—or what—she was anymore?A distant rumble shook the ground beneath them. The Rift’s magic was still present, still shifting, unstable.Dorian wiped dark ichor from his blade and glanced toward the warrior who had brought them here—the guardian of this cursed realm. “I assume this isn’t normal.”The guardian’s silver eyes flickered, their expression unreadable. “The Rift is waking.”Lena shivered. Waking.A
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