TAKING THE TRASH OUT

{"Put trash in its place"}

SPARKS POV

Wave and I spent time in the royal jail after locking up Fennel, and the triplets, and even checking on Aqua. Out of the five, she was the only one who remained composed, her gaze cold and calculating. On the other hand, Fennel heaved and growled, thrashing against the iron bars as if sheer rage alone could set him free. It was almost comical watching him struggle, and Wave snickered beside me.

"Looks like we finally took the trash out," he muttered, arms crossed.

But none of it compared to what we had found earlier, my brother, Tor, in the hands of the triplets, tangled in their web. The image burned my mind, the shock still making my chest tighten. I wasn't sure what would have happened if it hadn't been for Freyr coming back to save him. I had never been more relieved in my life. Their love was undeniable and powerful, and for the first time, I understood what it meant to be mated.