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Chapter Eleven: The Watcher

ผู้เขียน: Key Kirita
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I didn’t know how long we stayed like that.

Me in the bed. Him at the foot of it. Both of us frozen, caught in a silence that didn’t just settle—it pressed. It filled the room like smoke, thick and hard to breathe. My body was still half-sunken into the blankets, but every inch of me was awake now. Overaware. The sheets felt like fire against my skin. The shadows twitched at the corners of my vision.

The prison didn’t move. The walls didn’t breathe. It was like time itself had gone still.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

I hadn’t wanted him here.

But I had called him.

And I hated that I had. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stop thinking about them—any of them. Why their faces, their voices, their presence filled the gaps in my mind even when I tried to force them out. Like the thought of them wasn’t mine at all, but something embedded beneath my skin. Something deeper. Something older.

Somehow. In sleep. In thought. In need. I didn’t know how it worked—only that it did. That whatever
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    He kissed me.Hard.The kind of kiss that devoured air, that stripped breath from bone. His body surged forward, pressing mine into the wall with a desperation that was centuries deep. His hands dug into my hips, bruising with restraint he could barely keep tethered.And then he pulled back.Panting. Shaking."I don’t know if I can stop," he rasped. "It’s been too long."I looked him dead in the eye."You used your mouth days ago, Calyx. Finish what you started."He shuddered."Go ahead," I whispered. "Leave me unclaimed again. Ruarc will gladly finish it."That snapped something inside him.He crushed his mouth to mine again, rougher this time. Less reverence, more ruin. His body pressed me down to the floor—stone cold against my back, his heat blanketing me from above. His hands were everywhere, all at once, clawing at my thighs, my waist, my throat.I moaned beneath him.Too loudly.He froze.The sound of my breath echoed off the chamber walls. His eyes went wide. Ferocious. Franti

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    I didn’t sleep.Even after the ruin faded and the corridors widened. Even when the moss returned, softening the stone beneath Calyx’s steps. Even when he laid me down in a chamber I didn’t recognize, ringed with old ivy and veins of silver light. I just stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed and hollow.Calyx said nothing. He didn’t try to touch me again. Just sat at the edge of the room, half-shadowed by the wall, like even being too close might break something.And maybe it would.I didn’t know what was worse: the silence outside me or the storm inside. My skin buzzed with leftover grief, tension, shame. The place where my ancestor had died still lingered beneath my fingernails, under my tongue. I could still taste her stillness. Still feel the echo of Ruarc’s breath against her throat—my throat—as if the dream had never ended.I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw at the walls. I wanted someone to blame, someone to shatter for what I now carried—what I could not put down.Instead, I curle

  • Bound To Ruin   Chapter Nineteen: Inheritance

    I didn’t remember falling asleep. Only the weight of it—the kind that didn’t just settle in muscle and bone but crawled into marrow. The kind that made breath feel optional. The kind that made even memory too heavy to lift.The body beside me hadn’t changed. Still perfect. Still warm. Still wrong.She looked like me.The resemblance was more than uncanny—it was consuming. My features, my mouth, the shape of my hands folded over her stomach like she was holding in a secret she never got to speak. It was like staring into a mirror carved from stillness.And part of me wanted to stay.Not because I was brave. Not because I was broken.Because I was tired.Tired of waking up with someone else’s hunger on my skin. Tired of dreams that tasted like hands I hadn’t touched and kisses I never gave. Tired of being hollowed out by ghosts who wore the shape of men and monsters and lovers all in one.I wanted to sink beside her. To close my eyes. To let the stone cradle me and whisper that it would

  • Bound To Ruin   Chapter Eighteen: The Unmaking

    The dream didn’t rise gently. It snapped.One moment I was curled beneath Miren’s blanket, the memory of his voice still curling in my chest like warmth. The next—I was cold. Not the kind of cold that made you shiver. The kind that made you still.The air was damp, heavy with the scent of moss and stone soaked through by centuries. My breath clouded in the dimness, but I didn’t feel my lungs move. The world around me wasn’t mine. The stone beneath my feet pulsed. Damp. Earthen. Older than any corridor I’d walked. It breathed like a beast at rest.I stood barefoot. Naked. But the body I wore wasn’t mine. The limbs felt longer. The curves sharper. The skin warmer, even in the cold.Broad hands gripped my shoulders. Not to hold me in place—just to remind me that I was not alone. That I was never alone here.His breath brushed the shell of my ear, hot and wolf-sharp."You should’ve stayed quiet," he said, voice low enough to bruise.The voice was Ruarc’s.And I—she—my ancestor—didn’t flin

  • Bound To Ruin   Chapter Seventeen: Echoes in the Quiet

    The memory came not like fire.Not like Calyx’s bite or the fae’s voice slithering through my skull.It came like warmth. Like breath. Like forgiveness offered before the wound.Like a hand pressed gently over mine.I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t have to. The room dimmed around the edges, like the light had folded itself inward, as if the world were exhaling, folding me back into something I hadn’t known I’d been holding inside.And suddenly, I was somewhere else.Not fully. Not entirely. But my skin remembered. My bones remembered. The heat of the tea steamed through the air like breath caught between bodies, curling around me like a scent I knew from another life.The room was the same.The chair was the same.But I was her.And Miren was still Miren.He stood across the fire, younger in a way that wasn’t just appearance, but atmosphere. The shadows hadn’t thickened around him yet. The ache hadn’t settled into the slope of his shoulders. But that quiet—calm as snowfall, weightless

  • Bound To Ruin   Chapter Sixteen: The Quiet That Holds You

    By the time I reached my chambers, I was shaking. Not from fear.Not just from shame. From everything.Calyx had disappeared like smoke, the echo of his restraint still pressed into my skin. Ruarc had tried to own my body with anger and guilt and memory, then walked away like the damage wasn’t real. The fae—he didn’t need to touch me. Just his voice was enough to sink under my skin, to turn every inch of me into something he already owned.I wanted silence. I wanted distance.I wanted to disappear into my room and never see another monster again.But when I turned the final corner, he was there.Miren.He stood quietly in the hall, near my door, arms folded loosely across his chest. The lantern above him flickered, painting his hair in soft gold and shadow. No rage. No mockery. No hunger leaking from the edges of his expression.Just... calm.The sight of it undid me.Tears welled before I knew they were coming. A sob crawled up my throat, and then I was crying—messy, broken, helpless

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