Chapter 206

I had promised myself I would not hurt him.

Dante carried enough already—the betrayals, the whispers, the blood of kin he had been forced to spill.

I told myself silence was mercy, that keeping Isalune’s poison locked inside me was an act of love.

But silence is its own venom. It spreads quietly, unseen, until the body stiffens and the heart begins to ache under its weight.

And Dante—my mate, my k