(Chapter 116:Mira's Pov)
A calm air hung around the room, after the small banter with Caelyn, can't believe he was claimed, I bet he would be the bottom, he reek of submissive scent.
Lorenzo's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he turned toward the shadows, disappearing into the fortress without another word. Vicenzo followed, his usual smirk in place, but even he couldn't hide the tension curling around all of us.
I stayed behind, brushing a strand of hair from Selene's face as she slept. Her wounds were healing, but the magic that nearly killed her still clung to her aura—a reminder of how close we'd come to losing her.
And now, there was Caelyn.
Bound to the Sea King.
The implications of that bond sent a chill down my spine. Nereus wasn't known for mercy or kindness. He was a creature of the deep—unpredictable, possessive, and as ancient as the tides themselves. Whatever price Caelyn had paid, it wouldn't end with an army.
