Chapter 184. Brothers

Xerina’s POV

The aftermath of Theron’s death left the clearing heavy with silence, the air thick with the scent of blood and the echoes of shattered rage. Rasmus remained on his knees, his hands stained red, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. His face was a mask of torment, eyes fixed on the lifeless body of Zane—the man who, until moments ago, he had believed was nothing more than another enemy, a rogue like the rest.

But I knew differently now. Zane wasn’t just a casualty in this war, wasn’t just Valeria’s puppet to be disposed of. He was more. He was blood. He was Rasmus’s brother.

I felt the shock of the revelation ripple through my spirit like a cold wind, chilling me to the core. Pieces of memories I hadn’t seen before flickered to life—visions of a younger Rasmus and Zane, their faces less hardened by time, their bond not yet torn by darkness. I saw their shared laughter, their silent promises, and the bond of brotherhood that Valeria had twis