Chapter 239: The Echoes of the Void

Alex’s P.O.V

The room was a sanctuary of ghosts. For two days, I had existed in this space, the air thick with the scent of Chase—sandalwood, rain, and that electric spark of fae energy that always seemed to hum beneath his skin.

I hadn't moved. I hadn't eaten. I had simply sat on the edge of the ...

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