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“I trust Shade to keep her out of trouble. My concern is here.”
Kael refocuses on the map. “We’ll need to collapse the northern trench and push our Archers to the south. If we can hold that long enough for Thorne’s sorcerers to finish the ward circle, we might buy ourselves a breather.”
“I’ll take a flight patrol to harry their supply chain. Hit them hard and fast while they’re distracted by the line,” I add.
“And if Idris’ shadow beasts reach the second tier?”
I slam my hand on the table. “Then I go Dragon. And I burn every fucking inch of their corruption off this mountain.”
Silence answers me.
Then Dagan smirks.
“You always did have a flair for the dramatic.”
“Nightfall doesn’t need flair,” I growl, already calling the air to my veins. “It needs fury.”
And they’re going to get it.
Because I am the Lord of Air.
And no one—no one—will harm what’s mine.
Chapter21
Jules
The Eyrie
The last couple of days have gone by in a blur.
I miss Alaric like crazy.
But even more wild than that? I can feel him.
Not just memories or longing.
No. It’s like he’sinsideme, stitched into every breath I take, a silver thread woven through my soul.
His concern.
His fury.
His sharp-edged focus.
It hums in my chest like a second heartbeat, echoing through the bond we share, and even though we’re miles apart, it makes me feel closer to him.
I know what he’s doing is dangerous. I know it’s vital. And I don’t want him to worry about me while he’s out there facing whatever horrors the SoulTakers are throwing at him.
So at night, when exhaustion pulls me under, I lie in our bed—his bed—curled around one of his pillows with my hand resting over my heart. I focus on the warmth of our connection, and I send him everything I can muster.
Hope—because I am very hopeful for us and our future.
Love—because even though I haven’t said it, I feel it. For him.
I send him reminders that I am here. Waiting. Watching for him.
And that I’m thinking of him.
