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“I said no.” She walked up to him, took his wounded hand, and pressed her own bleeding palm to his. Their blood mixed—red and black—and the magic that rose between them was not a binding of servitude.

She was taken to the bone gardens that night—a labyrinth beneath the court where the roots of the great thorn-tree grew like fossilized veins. The air was cold and still. Riven met her alone, divested of his crown and his court, wearing only a simple black tunic and bare forearms crisscrossed with scars that glowed faintly silver. court of blood and bindings vk

A murmur of dark excitement rippled through the hall. “I said no

She stopped at the foot of the throne.

But as the binding shattered like glass in her chest, Kaelen realized with terrible clarity: she did not want to leave. The air was cold and still

A shallow line across his palm. His blood welled up, black as ink, and when it touched her skin, the binding screamed —then went silent.