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Chapter Twenty-Two: Silence Endures
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Bound To Ruin Chapter Thirty: What He Saw
I stood at the edge of Calyx’s wing for longer than I wanted to admit, one hand resting on the cold stone archway, heart lodged somewhere between shame and defiance. The door was cracked. Light spilled out—a soft, flickering amber glow, like he’d lit the lanterns even though he wasn’t waiting for anyone. Or maybe he was. Maybe some part of him always was.I stepped inside.He didn’t turn.Calyx stood at the window, arms folded behind his back, tension radiating from him in quiet pulses. His hair was loose, falling around his shoulders in gentle waves, but nothing about him looked soft. Not the way he held himself. Not the silence that coiled around him like armor.I opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out.What was I even going to say? That I didn’t regret it? That I did? That I hadn’t chosen Eirseth over him, not really—just chosen something in a moment when my body needed to stop aching and my heart needed to stop floating?I took a breath. It caught halfway in my throat.“I didn
Bound To Ruin Chapter Twenty-Nine: Made To Break
I woke in my own bed.For a moment, I didn’t move. The warmth of the blankets. The soft weight of sleep still lingering in my limbs. My body ached, but not from harm—from something gentler. Remembered touches. Trembling release. Calyx.I stretched slowly, and the soreness deepened. Between my thighs. In my throat. In the space just beneath my ribs where emotion lived.He carried me here. That was the only explanation.He must have held me after. Stayed with me for a while. Then, when I fell asleep, when I softened fully in his arms, he must have gathered me up and brought me back to my room. Laid me in bed. Covered me with care.But he didn’t stay.That thought struck deeper than I wanted it to. Not sharp. Just... hollow. Like an ache where something should be.He didn’t know if he was welcome. Maybe he thought I’d regret it come morning. Maybe he didn’t trust himself not to ask for more.My throat tightened. I pulled the blanket closer.Sleep took me again like a slow tide. Not cruel
Bound To Ruin Chapter Twenty-Eight: In the Silence Between
I didn’t go back to Miren. I didn’t go anywhere familiar.I found a shadowed corner of the prison I hadn’t explored before—a forgotten alcove, empty but for dust and silence. I curled onto the stone floor, letting the cool seep into my spine, trying to slow the thundering of my pulse.My hands still shook. My throat was tight. But the worst of it was in my chest—a tremble that felt like mourning, like memory.Would she have walked away?The woman whose blood sings in my dreams—the one who loved them all. Would she have stepped back from him? From the heat? From the ache?I didn’t think so. I wasn’t her.And maybe I never could be.Sleep came hard and slow. Not because I fought it, but because it didn’t come gently. It dragged me under like a tide, pulling breath from my lungs and resistance from my bones.The dreams returned.Not soft. Not slow.They came in flashes—mouths and hands, breath and fangs. I moaned in sleep, twisting beneath phantom weight. It was like being unraveled one
Bound To Ruin Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Hollow and the Quiet
I woke with my cheek against Eirseth’s chest.The rise and fall of his breath was slow, steady—like the sea beneath a lull. His arms were still around me, not tight, not possessive, just there. Warm and firm and quiet. For a moment, I didn’t move.The last time I left his bed, I hadn’t known what it would cost. I’d walked away from the weight of his body only to find another kind of ruin. The memory of Calyx’s voice, the bruises, the bite. The fallout I hadn’t prepared for.This time felt different.But the hesitation lingered.I pulled back slowly, careful not to wake him—or maybe careful not to wake something else. His fingers twitched once in his sleep, as if they knew. As if they felt the absence before the cold settled.I didn’t kiss him goodbye. I didn’t whisper anything soft.I just slipped from his arms and left.The corridors felt cooler than before. The stone breathed against my bare feet as I walked, silent and alert, letting the quiet wrap around me again like skin I’d out
Bound To Ruin Chapter Twenty-Six: More of Myself
I woke late. Not to noise. Not to touch. Just to light.Soft and pale, the morning glow filtered through the cracks in the stone ceiling, warming the walls with quiet gold. I was alone in my chamber. The silence was complete, but not hollow. Not oppressive. Just still.My body ached. A dull, healing ache, like bruises surrendering to time. Each movement felt tentative, like testing the shape of a body I was still remembering how to inhabit. I sat up slowly, stretching each joint with deliberate care. There was pain, yes—but it wasn’t sharp, wasn’t claiming. It was the kind that reminded me I had survived.The linens beneath me were wrinkled and slightly damp with sweat, but they smelled like me again. Not blood. Not stone. Just skin and breath. Something human. Something whole.I rose and dressed. Simple layers—soft, breathable, loose around the hips and thighs where the soreness lingered. Nothing binding. I braided my hair out of habit, my fingers deft and mechanical. Not for beauty.
Bound To Ruin Chapter Twenty-Five: The Apology
The silence between us stretched—wide and strangely weightless. Not the silence of fear or tension. Not the aftermath of something unsaid. Just space. Just breath.Ruarc didn’t speak, and I didn’t ask him to. We sat in the hush of flickering firelight and soft stone, two people caught in the same stillness for different reasons. I didn’t know what he thought about. I only knew what I did.Finally, I broke it.“I shouldn’t have said what I did. That night.”His eyes shifted toward me slowly, warily. He didn’t speak right away.“I meant it, in the moment,” I continued. “Because I wanted to hurt you. Because I was hurting. And I knew exactly where to cut.”He looked away again, jaw tight. The flicker of a muscle in his cheek gave him away.“You’re not wrong,” he said at last, voice low. “I deserved most of it.”“I don’t know if you did.”I folded my hands in my lap, fingers twisting in the fabric of my tunic. “You scared me. But I scared you, too. And I wanted that. I didn’t just lash ou
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