Chapter 435: Deal with the Enemy

Astrid's POV

The journey to Ardan's stronghold felt longer than it should have.

They forced me to walk.

Through the forest, over uneven terrain, my wrists bound in iron shackles laced with wolfsbane, burning against my skin with every step.

I didn't fight them.

Not because I couldn't.

But because every second I stalled, every moment I made them think I was truly broken, brought me closer to Elara.

That was all that mattered.

The rogues surrounded me in a loose formation, their laughter and whispered taunts filling the night air.

They didn't see me as a threat.

Not anymore.

They saw a woman who had given up, a mother who had walked willingly into the lion's den.

That was their first mistake.

Their second?

Letting me breathe.

As we moved deeper into rogue territory, my thoughts remained sharp, focused. I counted our path, memorized the turns, the landmarks, the scent markers.

If I survived this, if I found a way to get Elara out, I needed to know exactly how to escape.

If I didn't... then at least Killian would know where to find us.

A rough shove at my back nearly sent me stumbling.

I gritted my teeth, inhaling slowly through my nose as I forced my posture to remain steady.

I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

A rogue to my right-the one with sunken eyes and a cruel smirk—chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "What's wrong, Almega? You're awfully quiet for someone who walked right into her own death."

I ignored him.

Another rogue snickered. "Maybe she finally realized what she's done. Traded her own life for a brat that's probably crying herself to sleep by now."

My fists clenched.

"Or maybe she's not crying," a third rogue mused. "Maybe she's learning that her mother isn't coming for her. Maybe she's realizing that—"

moved before I

body twisted, the burning pain of the shackles be damned as I spun and slammed

through the trees as he crumpled

Silence.

other rogues halted,

wheezed in disbelief,

straightened, meeting each of their

I was still Astrid.

Still a fighter.

Still a mother.

let them talk about my daughter

speak about my child again," I said, my voice like ice, "I will break more

a low whistle, stepping forward, clearly entertained. "Still got some bite left, huh?" He crouched beside the rogue on the ground, shaking his head in mock pity. "Damn, Garett. You just got your ass handed

won't

I said nothing.

I didn't need to.

who

he knew who he had taken from

The Rogue Stronghold

we reached the rogue

was thick, mingling

mountains, built into the cliffs, it was protected from sight, from any

From Killian.

glanced at us as we passed, too accustomed to their own filth to

moment they saw me-the moment

Others smirked, clearly enjoying my

Let them look.

wasn't here

here

the stronghold opened with a deep, resounding creak, and

went rigid.

power hit me

Then the voice.

"Astrid."

I lifted my gaze.

And there he was.

Ardan.

The rogue king.

at the center of the room his presence commanding, his dark eyes gleaming with

every instinct in

same as I remembered.

black cloak barely moved as he stepped forward, his gaze dragging over me, over the shackles on my wrists, the bruises already forming

he mused, voice smooth, arrogant. "The

I didn't respond.

his head slightly. "No sharp words? No

rage bubbling in my throat,

give him what he

Not yet.

a woff studying a wounded prey. "You came alone," he noted. "Smart. I expected Killian to

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