“Kaelen,” he whispered. Not because he feared her. Because for the first time in three centuries, someone looked at him as if he were a person.
She laughed again. And for the first time in a hundred years, Morwen the Unmaker reached out not to curse—but to hold. the elven slave and the great witch’s curse
Kaelen had heard the whispers: decades ago, Lord Vane’s father had broken a pact with Morwen. In return, she cursed the family’s bloodline—every firstborn son would die on his twenty-first birthday. Vane’s own son was turning twenty-one in three days. “Kaelen,” he whispered
“I’d rather die than be given to a monster,” Kaelen said. ” Kaelen said.