“Do it," he said to the king,
"No," Rhys said again, his voice breaking.
But the king pointed at me. And I screamed.
Rhysand was on the ground, roaring, and I thought he might have said my name, might have bellowed it as I thrashed and sobbed. I was being shredded, I was dying, I was dying No. No, I didn't want it, I didn't want to A crack sounded in my ears.
And the world cleaved in two as the bond snapped.
— Apr 21, 2026 06:46AM
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