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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Penulis: Kayiora
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Friday felt like it was never going to end. Lydia kept checking the clock every three minutes, praying it would move already. By the time the final bell rang, she was already halfway out of the seat, grabbing her stuff and practically running back to her room to get her bag

She had told Ethan it was better if they didn’t leave together. Too many people at Luxemount were already running their mouth after the whole Alexandra mess. So they agreed to meet a few blocks away from campus instead.

The afternoon sun was still out, making the ground look bright and dusty. Lydia walked down the small road leading away from school, holding the little bag Vanessa had packed for her. She kept glancing around, her chest feeling tight for no reason. This was crazy. She didn’t even know why she was nervous then she looked up and there he was leaning against a black cab, hands shoved deep into his pockets, head slightly bowed like he was trying not to look impatient

He was dressed down in a black sh
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  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

    Lydia sat down slowly at their edge of the bed, her fingers barely touching the sheets like she was scared to leave a mark. The soft hum of the yacht’s engines vibrated under her feet but all she could hear was Ethan’s voice in her head She closed her eyes for a second, letting it sink. When she opened them again, something different burned in her chest. it wasn’t confusion anymore. It was fire. A bold, steady kind of fire like she’d just made up her mind about something Everybody wore a mask but Ethan’s starting to crack. He wasn’t the cold-hearted guy he pretended to be. He’s just a boy who’d never been taught how to be anything else. And for some reason, the universe picked her, awkward and unsure Lydia to see through all thatMaybe it was stupid. Maybe she was setting herself up to get hurt but she wasn’t ready to walk away from him. Not when she’d finally seen what was really hiding under that tough- guy act Screw it. She stood up so fast, smoothing her dress down with both ha

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

    Friday felt like it was never going to end. Lydia kept checking the clock every three minutes, praying it would move already. By the time the final bell rang, she was already halfway out of the seat, grabbing her stuff and practically running back to her room to get her bag She had told Ethan it was better if they didn’t leave together. Too many people at Luxemount were already running their mouth after the whole Alexandra mess. So they agreed to meet a few blocks away from campus instead. The afternoon sun was still out, making the ground look bright and dusty. Lydia walked down the small road leading away from school, holding the little bag Vanessa had packed for her. She kept glancing around, her chest feeling tight for no reason. This was crazy. She didn’t even know why she was nervous then she looked up and there he was leaning against a black cab, hands shoved deep into his pockets, head slightly bowed like he was trying not to look impatient He was dressed down in a black sh

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

    Lydia stared at her laptop screen, the blinking cursor mocking her lack of progress on her Mythological Creatures essay. She had been attempting to write about the connection between ancient lycanthrope myths and their modern interpretations for nearly two hours, but her mind kept wandering to Friday and what awaited her.Her phone buzzed on the desk. Ethan's name lit up the screen, sending a flutter through her stomach before she'd even read the message.Ethan: Pack light. You would not need clothes where we are going.Her face went hot so fast she thought it might catch fire. Instinctively, her thighs pressed together, a needy ache blooming low in her belly. She bit her lip, staring at the message like it might explode in her hands.She read it twice. Three times. Every time, it just got worse. The words went straight to her stomach, then lower, making it harder to breathe, harder to sit still. Homework was a joke now. Focus was dead. All she could think about was him.She typed a

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

    Lydia woke up to the sound of birds and the worst headache of her life. Each heart beat shot another fresh blast of agony into her head and her mouth tasted like something had died there.”Never again” she groaned, and pulled the covers over her head to cover her from the obnoxious sunlight filtering through her window.Her hand knocked up something on her nightstand. She squinted to see a glass of water and a tiny bottle placed next to it with a note beside it.Take this. Stop pushing your limits. -EMemories of the previous night came flooding back in disjointed flashes. “Oh god”, she whispered, horrified by snippets she could remember.She groaned and lay her face in her pillow. Any dignity she may have had was completely killed.Unwillingly, she untwisted the bottle cap to drink the liquid inside while frowning as the drink was bitter. Then she took a gulp of water so that she could quench her thirst.Her phone was vibrating somewhere on the floor and the sound was like an ice pi

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

    Lydia's legs felt like they might give out any second as she dragged herself down the hallway. Her first transformation technique class had officially destroyed her."Just keep walking," she muttered to herself, ignoring the ache that had settled deep in her muscles. "Just. Keep. Walking."The other students brushed past her, laughing and full of energy like the class had been nothing more than a warm-up. Lydia wanted to scream. How was this fair? How were they all perfectly fine while she felt like death warmed over?Story of her life, honestly.When she was human or thought she was human everything had been a struggle. Simple tasks that others breezed through had always been mountains for her to climb. And now? Now that she knew what she really was? Same damn story, different setting.Lydia pushed her hair out of her face, wincing as her arm protested the movement. God, she was pathetic. Everyone else in class had transformed at least partially. Meanwhile, she had stood there like a

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

    The next morning, Ethan woke with a pounding head and a heavier heart. The bottle still lay beside him, empty. His limbs protested every movement, but he forced himself up. He had to get through the lunch—appearances, legacy, duty, all that crap. There would be expectations, smiles and undercurrents no one would name out loud.He purposely dressed down, dark jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a leather jacket. The bare minimum of effort. His father would hate it. That was the point.Daniel was waiting with the car when Ethan came out of his dorm. His expression remained professionally neutral, but Ethan caught the slight raise of his eyebrows."Rough night, sir?" Daniel asked, opening the door."Just drive," Ethan muttered, sliding into the backseat.As the car pulled up in Laurent’s long driveway, Ethan spotted two unfamiliar luxury vehicles parked near the entrance. The Moreaus had arrived early. Perfect.Luna Valeria was waiting at the door, her posture straight, her smile practiced

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER THIRTY

    Since returning from Grimholt, Ethan found himself haunted by Lydia's memory. Every damn thing triggered thoughts of her. Sometimes these memories made him smile, but mostly they carved a deeper hollow in his chest. He had decided isolation was his only defense against the constant barrage of reminders.It had been mere hours since his return not even days and already he was unraveling. His room and its state appeared to be a reflection of the mental state he was in: sheets tangled from desperate bids for sleep, the remaining smells of alcohol from the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the floor and a hole in the wall where he had punched it when he got tired of muffling the pain.He sat slouched on the floor, back against his bed, fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle but not drinking. Just holding it. His head tipped back against the edge of the mattress, eyes on the ceiling, jaw clenched. This was not about Lydia. It could not be. Because if it was, if he let himself admit t

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

    “School?” Lydia blinked. “I thought we were still working on the project.”Ethan did not look at her. Just stared straight ahead. “We are done.”“How?” Her voice raised with disbelief. “What about the report?”“I said we are done.” His tone was final. “I will handle Professor Harris.”Lydia nodded slowly, biting back the twenty follow-up questions bouncing around in her head. “And our stuff?”“I will have Daniel pick it up and drop yours off later.”And that was it. No discussion. No room to argue.She should have ve felt relief. Grimholt was behind them. The danger, shapeshifters, near-death experiences, all of it. They were safe now, back at LuxeMount. But instead of calm, Lydia felt this slow squeeze in her chest. Back here, everything would reset. Ethan would go back to being cold, unreachable, surrounded by people who actually belonged in his world. And she...did not.Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride.Lydia turned to the window, not because the view was interesting,

  • Bloodlines & Hearts   CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

    Lydia stared at her plate, fork stabbing at pancakes gone cold. The food that had tasted so perfect minutes ago now felt like cement in her throat. One bite. Two. Nothing went down.With a frustrated sigh, she dumped the remainder into the sink. The pancakes she'd been so proud of just minutes ago now seemed like evidence of her naive attempt at normalcy. As if breakfast could fix whatever was going on between them.She washed her plate with more force than necessary, the hot water turning her fingers pink. Her reflection in the kitchen window looked tired and uncertain, a girl playing at understanding things far beyond her."Twenty minutes," she whispered to herself, echoing Ethan's words. She was not going to give him another reason to be angry.In her room, Lydia changed quickly, pulling on jeans and a soft gray sweater that Rebecca had always said brought out her eyes. Not that Ethan would notice or care, but still, some small, stubborn part of her wanted to look nice, wanted him

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