Chapter 240

Go to Dante’s POV:

The first thing I felt was the cold.

What was this?

Not air, not temperature—something deeper.

It crawled through the bond like frost through old wood, quiet at first, then sudden and merciless.

My hand tightened around the edge of the table as the world narrowed to that thread between us.

It screamed.

“King?” Malcor’s voice cut through the haze. I didn’t answer. The sound in my