Chapter 100 The Cage of Love

[Kaelan's POV]

A damp, cold wind slid in between the pinewood and the cold iron, trailing rot.

It snapped me out of a blank, blank mind.

Draven reached out. His voice was low and slow. "Kaelan, you need rest. Come here."

That hand — the knuckles sharply defined, the little crescents on the finge...

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