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Chapter 420
~Ella’s POV~
I paced back and forth in my living room, my heart pounding as I tried Zara’s number for the tenth ti. Still nothing.
Damn it.
Just as I was about to throw my phone against the couch in frustration, a firm knock sounded at my door. I rushed over, unlocking it quickly.
Richard stood there, his tall fra filling the doorway, his expression tense but controlled.
"You got here fast," I muttered, stepping aside to let him in.
"You sounded like you were about to do sothing reckless," he said, shutting the door behind him. "And I was right, wasn’t I?"
I exhaled sharply. "I can’t just sit here, Richard. Zara is missing, and if Snow is right about Vera, then she’s in serious danger."
Richard nodded, stepping further into the room. "I know. That’s why I ca." He turned to face fully, his dark eyes sharp. "Tell everything."
I took a deep breath and launched into an explanation, telling him everything Snow had told . How Vera had been living under his roof, pretending to be soone she wasn’t. How she had targeted Zara from the start. How we had all been fooled.
Richard listened carefully, his jaw tightening as I spoke. When I was done, he exhaled slowly, his fingers flexing at his sides. "This isn’t just about Snow or Zara anymore," he muttered. "If Vera is who we think she is, she won’t stop until she gets what she wants."
I swallowed hard. "And what she wants is Zara dead."
Richard’s eyes darkened. "Then we make sure she doesn’t get the chance."
I frowned. "What do you an?"
He stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly. "From what I know about Zara, she’s strong. Stubborn as hell, but strong. But if Vera is as powerful as they say, then we need to stop waiting for things to happen and start setting our own trap."
A chill ran down my spine. "You’re talking about an ambush."
Richard smirked. "Now you’re catching on."
I hesitated, my mind racing. "What’s the plan?"
His smirk widened just slightly. "Oh, you’re gonna love this."
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~Zara’s POV~
"Please. Do sothing. Anything. I beg of you. Bring him back like you brought ."
Desperation bled into every word I said. I had never begged before, not like this, but I was desperate. Even though what she did for was to take back in ti. I had no idea if I would rember Snow or everything about my one-year life with him.
Would we et again? Would our part cross as husband and wife or would he just be another enemy?
All of these thoughts crept into my subconscious, and still, I threw them away. If it was a chance to give him life again and not have him lay his life for , I’d do it anyti, any day, no matter the cost, be it my very life.
Siona’s eyes flickered with sothing ancient and knowing. Slowly, she crouched beside , her hand gently brushing over Snow’s ashen face.
Her fingers barely touched his skin when she froze. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. Her expression changed suddenly.
It wasn’t one of dread. It was hope.
My heart lurched. "Siona?" I whispered, voice trembling. "What is it?"
She didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, she placed both hands over his chest, closing her eyes. The room humd with energy, the atmosphere thickening around us.
I didn’t know what was happening but her eyes snapped open. Her voice was soft yet filled with certainty.
"He is not gone yet."
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~Kaid’s POV~
The drive to Zara’s house was a blur.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my mind racing with every possibility. Zara wasn’t answering her phone. That alone was enough to make feel like sothing was terribly wrong. Snow had warned that Vera was after her, but what if—
No. Don’t think like that.
I pressed harder on the accelerator, weaving through the streets at dangerous speeds. By the ti I skidded to a stop in front of her apartnt, my pulse was hamring against my ribs.
I shoved the car door open, not even bothering to lock it, and sprinted toward her door. The second I stepped inside, the sight before made my breath hitch.
Zara.
She was on the floor, cradling Snow’s lifeless body in her arms, her face streaked with tears. Blood stained her clothes, but she didn’t care. She was holding onto him like letting go would break her even more.
I froze. The room was a ss—shattered glass, broken furniture, the scent of burned magic still lingering in the air. But none of that mattered because Snow was dead.
"Zara..." My voice was rough, barely a whisper. "Thank the Goddess you’re safe. What happened? Where’s Vera?"
She didn’t look at . She just shook her head slowly, her whole body trembling. "He’s dead."
I clenched my jaw, forcing my own emotions down. I wanted to focus on her safety, but she wasn’t even thinking about herself—only him.
"Zara, you need to let go," I said carefully, stepping closer. "Snow is—"
"He’s not yet gone!" she scread, her voice raw and filled with sothing I had never heard from her before. Desperation.
I stiffened.
Then, Siona stepped into view.
My gaze snapped toward the High Priestess as she moved gracefully into the room, her silver robes barely making a sound. Her golden eyes glowed faintly as she studied Snow’s body.
"He is here," she announced.
Both Zara and I turned to her imdiately.
"What?" I asked, still gripping onto reality. "What do you an ’he is here’? He’s dead."
Siona’s gaze t mine, calm yet unwavering. "There is hope. But Zara needs your help."
I narrowed my eyes. "What hope? And what does she need from ?"
Zara lifted her head, her tear-streaked face filled with sothing I hadn’t seen in a long ti. Hope.
Siona exhaled slowly. "She needs to bring him back."
My stomach twisted. Bring him back?
I took a step forward. "That’s impossible."
Siona’s expression didn’t change. "Zara must retrieve sothing nearly impossible."
A sick feeling ford in my gut. I already knew what she was going to say before she even said it.
"The Dragon’s Golden Scale."
My fingers curled into fists as I glanced between
Siona, Zara, and Snow’s still body. No.
I shook my head. "No."
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