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CHAPTER 5 - MORGAN
We were divided byoceans, and there was no going back.
I had made sure of that, hadn’t I?
Kairos Draven Venator—myhusband—was back in the Court of Umbral Flames below the city of Noctasia on the continent of Myntra.
While I... I was back in Camelot. In the Temple of the Three.
The year I’d left Camelot by Draven’s side, spring had just arrived. We had traveled through spring and all of summer before arriving in Valtain and finally reaching Meridium.
After my failed attempt to claim Excalibur, Draven had taken me home. To his home in the Siabra court. The court of claws and fangs and talons. Of hissing poison and glistening scales.
Nevertheless, it was a court I had almost begun to think of as “home.”
Until I had found out I was married to its crown prince. In a wedding no one, fae or mortal, had witnessed—not even myself. We were bonded. Fused through some rite I still didn’t fully understand.
Then, Draven had made me an empress. Tricked me into doing what he had known I would be unable to help myself from doing: protecting him at all costs.
In the process, I had inadvertently sold my soul and become empress of the Siabra fae.
A position I had no intention of fulfilling.
And when Beks had died... hadwitheredlike fresh fruit on a toxic vine, as he fought with everything he had to protect the city he loved and the court that didn’t deserve his love. Well, after that, it hadn’t felt much like home.
The Siabra were bloodthirsty. They had stripped Beks of everything he had. A mortal child, drained of his magic as he protected them.
I had felt the same happening to me.
I choked. I fled. I ran.
There was just one small problem.
I wasn’t sure there was amewithouthim.
And even though I had traveled thousands of miles to extricate myself from his grasp, I couldn’t help but feel a lingering certainty that there was nowhere I could go that he would not somehow find me.
Even now, I could feel the tendrils of his awareness reaching out to me, coiling like a mist around my being and reminding me that, like it or not... we werebound.
“Morgan?”
Merlin’s voice was as gentle as I remembered, perhaps more so. But she was looking older. And much wearier.
I met her concerned gaze and forced a smile.
The wheel had turned full circle. I had finally come home.
But it was not the homecoming I had expected.
“We’re going in now,” she murmured. “Are you ready?”
I could do nothing but nod.
Behind me, I sensed Javer. Wary and watchful. I ignored him.
