Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 120

By the time the sun had long crested the horizon, both men stood near the base of the stairs–geared up in black–on–black tactical wear designed for endurance and survival, reinforced at the joints, padded where it counted.

Julian adjusted the weight of his bag and glanced toward the hallway, where Jace stood beside Maddy. She was saying something softly, one hand resting lightly on his arm, her thumb brushing over the fabric near his wrist.

Julian paused, then offered a short nod.

“I’ll meet you in the car.”

Then he turned and walked away–giving them a moment.

Maddy’s voice trembled slightly, her expression raw as she looked up at Jace.

“We’ve only just found each other… and you’re already leaving me.”

Jace exhaled through his nose, the pain etched across her face nearly undoing him. He reached up and gently brushed a strand of red hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear with slow, deliberate care.

“I don’t want to,” he murmured. “Believe me, Maddy… I don’t want to. But-”

She cut him off softly.

“I know.”

Without another word, she reached into the pocket of her jacket and withdrew a small glass vial–no larger than her thumb. The liquid inside shimmered like molten gold streaked with ember–red.

She placed it in his palm and wrapped his fingers tightly around it, holding his hand there a moment longer than necessary.

“Keep this with you,” she said, her voice low and serious. “Always. As if your life depends on it… because it just might.”

He raised a brow. “What is it?”

“It’s Wyrmwell potion,” she replied. “A healing elixir powerful enough to reverse even fatal wounds. But…”

Her voice dropped. “That’s the only one I have. It takes three dragon scales to make. And those are extremely difficult to come by.”

His eyes widened. “Wait… seriously?” He gave a soft laugh, skeptical. “Dragons aren’t real.”

Maddy didn’t laugh. She just looked at him.

He blinked.

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“Right?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about this world, Jace.”

A chill crept up his spine at the way she said it.

Not ominous. Not mystical.

Just true.

And the truth, he realized, might be darker–and more wondrous–than anything he was prepared for. He tucked the potion carefully into a padded pocket of his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

Then he turned back to her, pressing his palm gently to her cheek. She leaned into it, eyes already glistening, and covered his hand with hers.

“Please come back to me,” she whispered.

Jace swallowed hard, his voice thick with something unspoken.

“I’ll crawl back through hell itself if I have to.”

He smiled faintly.

“You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted to come home to.”

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