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Chapter 67: A Claim in Blood
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Lena spent the rest of the night in the war room, poring over Idris’s ancient texts while Cassian remained close, his presence steady and unwavering. Dorian, ever the reluctant ally, stayed long enough to grumble about the lack of good whiskey before disappearing.Idris worked tirelessly, flipping through brittle pages, his fingers glowing faintly as he traced old magic woven into the parchment. Every so often, he’d mutter something under his breath, but nothing useful emerged.Lena clenched her jaw, pushing aside her exhaustion. She wasn’t sure what she was searching for—an answer, a warning, a way out. But the more she read, the clearer it became.This wasn’t the first time the Rift had chosen someone.And each time, it ended the same way.They were taken.“Damn it,” she muttered, slamming one of the books shut. The noise echoed through the dimly lit room, breaking the silence. Cassian barely flinched, his arms crossed as he leaned against the far wall, watching her.Idris sighed. “
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The journey stretched long, the silence between them filled only by the rhythmic clatter of hooves against dirt. The further they traveled from the capital, the more the air seemed to shift—thicker, charged with something Lena couldn’t quite name.She had grown up in these lands, but as they neared the village, an uneasy weight settled in her chest. Everything looked the same—the rolling fields, the dense tree lines, the familiar stone path winding toward her family estate—but it felt wrong.Like a place she no longer belonged to.Cassian rode closer, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. He was on edge, too. Whether it was from the Rift’s presence or something else entirely, she wasn’t sure.Idris broke the silence first. “Are we expecting trouble, or do I just always feel like we’re about to die when I’m with you?”Dorian chuckled from behind them. “Oh, I think that’s just her.”Lena ignored them, her focus narrowing as her childhood home came into view. The sprawling manor stood un
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The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken fears.Lena still felt the Rift’s presence coiled inside her, like a shadow waiting to unfurl. She could sense Cassian’s steady grip on her shoulders, grounding her in reality, but something deep inside her had shifted. She wasn’t sure if she was stronger now or if she had simply invited something far more dangerous into herself.“We need to know what this means,” Idris finally said, his voice measured but tense. “If you’ve claimed part of the Rift… then what has it claimed from you?”Lena exhaled sharply. That was the question gnawing at the edge of her mind.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I felt something. Beyond the throne, beyond her.” She hesitated, then whispered, “Something was watching me.”Cassian stiffened, his fingers tightening against her.Dorian muttered a curse. “Well, that’s not horrifying at all.”Idris’s eyes flickered with unease. “Describe it.”Lena searched for words, but all she could recall was the sens
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