CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
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Faelyn's eyes grow nervous at the sight of the intimidating chambers. The intricate carvings on the walls are detailed and luxurious, yet a chilling air of danger seems to surround the space.
Faelyn's legs halt instinctively. The dragon's chambers.
"Enter our home," Amendiel murmurs softly, nudging Faelyn inside the wide, spacious room.
Our.
The force of the realization shatters the aloof shell Faelyn had fallen into.
Panic grips her heart, twisting with sharp force.
She's back with this beast! In this very castle that had been her prison.
The inside of the chambers bears an even darker aura than she remembered. Her emotions had returned the moment they'd bumped into Leera earlier, when she'd welcomed Amendiel with her protruding pregnancy belly.
Faelyn hadn't expected her gut to twist with such conflicting feelings - ones she'd tried so hard to forget. She thought she'd gone past caring about anything. She'd been proven wrong.
