Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Slowly, he turned back. A thin line of red bloomed down his face. His jaw was tight. Challenging. But his lips remained sealed.

Draevyn’s gaze didn’t waver.

There was no flare of fury in it. No warning.

Just a quiet, ancient promise.

Say one more word.

The warrior swallowed them back… hard.

Draevyn let the silence stretch, then turned his gaze to the others–each one suddenly still, standing at uneasy attention.

“Your services,” he said coldly, “are no longer required.”

He waited a beat–his voice a command unto itself.

“Return to your posts.”

No one argued. No one hesitated.

They dispersed with swift, disciplined motion–disappearing into the trees like ghosts, leaving only their broken silence behind.

The clearing was too quiet now. Still charged, but hollowed out.

Kaelani stood motionless, her pulse still crashing against her ribs, the taste of adrenaline thick in her mouth. Her gaze slid to Draevyn’s arm, blood dripping from his fingers.

She rushed to him without thinking, reaching out and taking his arm into her hands.

The wound was vicious. The thorns had split the flesh in a jagged, twisting pattern that spiraled around

muscle and bone–like the vine had carved its own branding into him.

“This looks really bad,” she breathed, her voice low but urgent. “You need to see a physician.”

Draevyn didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at the wound.

Instead, his gaze dropped to her hands–then rose, locking with hers.

“Or…” he murmured, voice silk–dipped steel,

“…you can heal me.”

Kaelani blinked. “Heal you?” Her voice caught. “Fae can do that?”

A shadow of a smile touched his mouth. But it didn’t reach his eyes.

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“Not all Fae,” he said. “It’s a rare gift. Only a handful have ever been born with it… and all of them were

Seelie.”

He paused. His voice dropped–low and reverent.

“There have only ever been two Unseelie to carry that power.”

His eyes held hers. “You’re one of them.”

She didn’t respond at first. The weight of that revelation settled heavily between them.

Two.

If she was one of the Unseelie with that power… her mother must’ve been the other.

The thought rattled through her like distant thunder–unsettling, powerful.

Kaelani steadied herself. Tightened her grip on his arm.

“Tell me how,” she whispered. “And I’ll heal you.”

The words lingered between them–soft, but weighted with lead.

She was aware of everything now.

The closeness between them.

The feel of his skin beneath her palms.

The look in his eyes.

Something fierce stirred in the silence–neither hunger nor hesitation.

Just gravity.

Kaelani broke the gaze–just in time.

Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, a low growl simmering in her chest, ready to rise with warning.

She blinked, grounding herself, then looked back down at his arm.

The wound was still bleeding–slow, steady, unforgiving.

“Tell me how to heal you,” she said again, this time more firmly. Less breathless. More herself.

Draevyn studied her for a moment longer, then finally spoke.

“Summon your energy,” he said, calm but deliberate. “That violet light within you.”

Kaelani’s head snapped up.

Her brows pulled together. “Are you being serious?”

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He didn’t answer.

“You want me to summon that?” she asked, incredulous. “The same energy I used to-”

She stopped herself, as her body tensed. “To kill someone.”

Her eyes searched his face, disbelief flickering across hers.

“You want me to heal you with it?”

The absurdity of it clung to her voice–dark, sharp, bitter.

Kaelani slowly released his arm, her fingers unclenching as if she’d just realized she’d been holding something volatile.

“I don’t ever want to use that power again,” she said quietly. Her voice didn’t tremble, but there was weight behind it–a quiet ache that lived deeper than fear.

Draevyn’s gaze remained steady. He didn’t question her–not with doubt, not with challenge.

Instead, his voice came low. Measured.

“Any power,” he said, “can destroy.”

He stepped closer–not imposing, but grounding.

“Fire can burn homes… or warm the lost. Wind can tear trees from the earth… or carry seeds to bloom where none should grow.”

He paused, watching her face.

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