I died on that ghost ship.She buried me and ran with my baby growing inside her.
Two years later I’m back from the dead, standing in her polished life, eyes locked on the defiant little boy who has my scales, her fire, and my name carved in his blood.
She built an empire without me.And now I’m here to burn it down.
Because she’s still mine. The jalshagar bond doesn’t break. One look at her and every instinct I buried for fifty years roars back to life—claim her, protect her, own her.
She can run. She can fight. She can pretend she doesn’t still ache for the monster who ruined her for every other man.
I’ll just follow.She raised my son alone.Fine.
Now I’m moving in.
