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Bound Hands and Unbroken Wings
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Ongoing, First published Oct 02
Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

Kaden Thorne has been stripped of his freedom, locked away under charges of treason, his fate hanging by a thread. To the world, he is a traitor-an enemy who conspired with Veyloria. To Sloane Darrow, he was more: her commander, her anchor... her heart.

But when the truth is tangled in lies and every revelation sharpens the knife, Sloane is left torn between loyalty to her people and the bond she cannot deny. Haunted by secrets of her own family's past and a devastating truth about her mother, she is thrust into a dangerous game-one where she may become the very weapon the President seeks to wield.

As shadows close in and the war deepens, one question lingers like fire between them:

Can trust be rebuilt on the ruins of betrayal-or will love shatter beyond repair?
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