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Chapter 64: Toward Her

작가: Terri Clare
last update 게시일: 2026-06-24 13:51:59

RHYDAN'S POV

The moment Anwen's distress hit the air, everything stopped.

Our clash of power, the contest for dominance, the instinctive need to keep score—all of it vanished the instant we caught the scent of her fear.

Across the arena, all three of us turned toward the same place.

Toward her.

Anwen sat curled in on herself in the bleachers, her face buried against her knees. Even from that distance, I could see her shoulders trembling. I could hear her whisper, begging us to stop.

The sight t
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