Chapter 175: The Gate That Bleeds

Not metaphorically.

Aiden cursed. “Lena—your hands.”

She looked down.

The veins across her arms shimmered faint gold, pulsing softly like a second heartbeat.

“He’s stirring,” she said, voice low. “He doesn’t want me here.”

“Too bad,” Mara muttered, unsheathing her knife. “We’re not leaving.”

They pr...

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