"They're constantly on the move, refining her weapon. Right now, they're in Europe," the young woman in tinted glasses reported over the phone.
"I see. And how is she?" the older woman asked, her voice calm yet probing.
"She's doing well," the young woman replied.
"Good," the older woman murmured. "Everything is unfolding as it should. Keep watching her. We'll meet her soon."
"Understood," the young woman affirmed.
The call ended.
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Per watched Zach and Clair seated together, lost in a shared dream as the plane soared over distant lands. Clair leaned against Zach's arm, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, while his hand held hers gently in his lap. In that moment, they looked like any ordinary couple - at peace, with nothing to hide from the world.
A soft smile touched Per's lips as she took in the sight of them, cherishing their quiet moment. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and snapped a picture.
"They've been through so much to get here, haven't they?" Ark murmured, settling into the seat beside her.
Per leaned back in her seat with a weary sigh. "Their love is both painful and beautiful," she mused. "I just hope we all make it through this - so they can finally have a life where they only have to think about each other."
Ark exhaled, watching the pair in front of them. "Those two are bound to leave their mark on history. And I'm glad we get to be part of their story."
"Story..." Per echoed, her gaze distant for a moment before she turned to him with a smile. "I should write a book about them. What do you think? The Once Forbidden Love - it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" She pictured the tale unfolding in her mind.
"How about The Divine and the Driven?" Ark suggested casually.
Per was ready to dismiss the idea, but then she paused, realizing it might not be half bad. "I'll decide when this is all over," she said.
Ark grinned. Just make me look cool in your story.
Per rolled her eyes. "It's not about you. I'll write it exactly as it happened. If you want to look cool, then start doing something worth writing about," she teased, slipping on an eye mask and settling back in her seat.
When they arrived in Russia, they checked into a modest hotel and quickly went over their next steps. Given the size of the country, they'd likely be there longer than expected.
By midnight, they were already out gathering dark power. They moved from place to place for six nights straight, collecting as much power as they could. On the seventh night, they allowed themselves to rest, only to start the cycle again the following evening. This routine continued relentlessly for two full months.
By their ninth week, after extracting dark power from nearly four hundred hivrins they'd taken down in an old cemetery, Clair watched as Zach suddenly collapsed to his knees. Panic surged through her as she rushed to his side. As she approached, she saw him gasping for breath, struggling to push himself up.
"Zach, what's wrong?" she asked urgently, her face clouded with worry.
Zach's body finally gave way, collapsing to the ground. Clair immediately rushed to support him, cradling his head in her lap.
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Divine & Wicked: The Wounded Souls (Book3)
Fantasy(Fantasy•Romance) COMPLETED Clair is locked away, and Zach is consumed by the grief of their separation. Both seem to have been punished for nothing more than their love. Is this the end? No. Determined to prove their innocence, Clair and Zach conti...
