[VOLUME 14: THE SHATTERED HEAVENS][ARC 1: THE BIRTH OF A GODDESS]
The aftermath of discovering her power was a quiet, golden haze.
For the first time since the sky had fractured, the Nocturne Keep was utterly silent. The air in their private sanctum was thick, smelling of ozone, crushed night-blooms, and the heady, intoxicating scent of their intertwined magic.
Elara lay tangled in the center of the massive, silk-draped bed, her body delightfully exhausted, yet her soul thrumming with an endless, electric vitality.
She was caged between them, and she had never felt safer.
Behind her, Aldren's broad, scarred chest was pressed flush against her back. His massive arm was hooked securely around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Even in sleep, the Abyssal King was fiercely possessive; a low, territorial rumble vibrated in his chest every time she so much as shifted. His shadows, usually feral and restless, were currently curled lazily around the bedposts like sated panthers.
