Seven months after the sky nearly broke and seraphielle visitwd them.
Blackthorn Mansion breathed again.....quite urgently.
The wards no longer hummed with strain, the halls no longer echoed with war cries or the scent of blood. Instead, candlelight flickered softly against stone walls, curtains stirred with a gentle night breeze, and the world outside slept beneath a peaceful sky that did not tremble.
But inside the eastern wing.....
Chaos returned.
"Kael—!"
Her cry tore through the room like lightning.
Kael was at her side before the sound fully left her lips.
"I'm here," he said instantly, voice steady even as his heart pounded. "I'm right here, Nerine."
Sweat dampened her temples, her silver- white hair clinging to her flushed skin as she clutched the sheets with trembling fingers.
The pain came in waves.....deep, consuming, undeniable.
The midwife stepped back slightly, calm but firm. "My lord, it's time."
Kael swallowed.
Time.
