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Chapter 67 : An Invitation
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 67 : An Invitation
Kane POV The air was still heavy with the weight of unspoken things. The witches had not yet dared to move. Even Lyra was tense, though she did not show it on her face.Nyxar’s smile lingered as if he had already anticipated Kane’s next words.“Where do you plan to go now?” Kane asked, his voice calm, unreadable.Nyxar tilted his head slightly. “I was expecting an invitation.”Kane let the silence stretch between them.The witches shifted, uneasy. They knew the power standing before them. Bringing Nyxar into their court was not just a risk - it was a gamble against an unknown force.Lyra was the first to speak.“You want to stay in the capital?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with curiosity.Nyxar turned to her, his shifting gaze settling into an almost liquid silver. “I wish to stay near you.”Kane did not move, but something in his presence changed. A shift. Subtle. Dangerous. The kind of stillness that came before a storm.Nyxar noticed. He smiled, like he had just uncovere
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