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Chapter 40 - The Secret That No One Can Tell Primary point of view
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Betrayed by the Mafia Alpha Chapter 42 - The Child at the Edge of Memory
POV: Lila (primary), Maximus (interlude), Elora (reflection) Six days had passed since the Gate silenced. Without pausing. Vanished. The hum that was once pressed against Lila's skin was no longer a low anchor in the temple's bones. Where she had once felt arcane threads tug her thoughts toward ritual, now there was only breath. Still. Undisturbed. She woke each morning with her limbs quiet. No signals. No warnings. Her veins no longer lit up in the manner of glyph paths. There was no longer a rush beneath the ribs, no thrum when her foot touched the old stone. Spiral had stopped asking her name. She ought to have felt at ease. But she wasn’t convinced peace wasn’t a rehearsal for abandonment. She looked at the sky-mirroring cracks in the hallways as she wandered aimlessly. The mirrorwall had dulled, no longer responding to presence. Her footsteps didn’t echo anymore. She walked slower, let her fingers touch the moss creeping across the Tribunal pillars, let silence coil
Betrayed by the Mafia Alpha Chapter 41 - The Letter That Was Lately Delivered
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Betrayed by the Mafia Alpha Chapter 40 - The Secret That No One Can Tell Primary point of view
Lila, with Maximus and Saela's reflections interwoven. When the final glyph flared overhead, it didn’t burn. It crooned. Three notes. No rhythm. No melody. Just certainty. Elora dropped the scrying bowl. Saela stilled on the balcony. Maximus reached for my hand as if something might take me before the sound ended. > “It’s not a warning,” I whispered. > “It’s a summons.” The Gate had waited long enough. Lila They gave us until moonrise. Not because they were concerned about what would happen if we refused. Because they knew resisting was over. We’d crossed the spiral. We were the spiral. Now the Gate wanted one of us to anchor it fully. One spirit. One keeper. No echoes. I found Saela in the mirror chamber, seated before the glass, pressing her fingertips to the reflection like it might teach her something about being real. > “You feel whole now,” I said. "I feel... visible," > > “And yet only one of us gets to remain.” > “I didn’t ask to be born.” > “I
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