Chapter 1583

Lucy traced the air with her finger, following a pulsing mark deep in the forest. "There."

Mira whispered, "And one in the ruins."

Emma stood slowly, her eyes on the glowing symbols. "This whole island is a body."

"Yes," Rose said. "And we've only just touched the nerves."

They made camp again under the stars that night, the map hovering above them like a constellation of gold. The air buzzed with anticipation, with sensuality, with dreams. That night, the joining was quieter. Slower. Not a ritual, not a claiming - but an offering.

Lucy pulled Jude aside beneath the vines, her body already trembling with unspoken need. "I want you," she whispered, pushing him back against the tree.

He caught her waist, lips brushing her ear. "Then take me."