Forbidden Bond: A Velthorn Tale — Chapter 33: Night of Fire

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The Church bells of Cedarcrest tolled midnight with bronze voices that seemed to carry prophecy on their resonant tones, each strike echoing across a town held in the grip of supernatural tension. In the depths of Thorgar’s cellar, oil lamps cast dancing shadows on stone walls that had sheltered Mikhail and Anora for nearly a week, but tonight those walls felt less like protection and more like the confines of a tomb they must escape.

Mikhail helped Anora to her feet, his hands gentle on her arms as she steadied herself against the rough-hewn table. The morning sickness had eased with evening’s arrival, but the stress of their situation had etched new lines of exhaustion around her orange eyes—lines tempered by the fierce determination that had carried her through every trial since he’d found her on that rain-soaked road.