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Chapter 60: Laughter in the Halls
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Bound with Shadows Chapter 62: Thin Ice
Naomi's POVThe morning came slowly, dragging itself into the room like it didn’t want to be here either. The sunlight was duller than yesterday’s blazing arrival, a soft grey that smeared across the ceiling and walls like watercolor.The chair beside my bed was empty. No Layla, no Ava, no loud laughter bouncing off the walls. The leftover warmth of yesterday's chaos had cooled into a strange stillness. I didn't hate it, but it pressed against me in that quiet way loneliness does when it sneaks in uninvited.I flipped through the book Layla had left behind. Still bookmarked on the first page. Figures.There was a knock, short and familiar."Come in," I called, expecting a nurse or someone with breakfast.Theo stepped in.Wearing a navy hoodie that I suspected was stolen from his college years, he looked casual. Tired. Like he hadn’t slept well. Or maybe like he had a lot on his mind and only got out of bed because something made him."Morning, stranger," I said, softening.He gave me
Bound with Shadows Chapter 61: White Flames
Naomi’s POVThe night did not come softly.Even with Layla breathing evenly from the couch and the comfort of my family’s laughter still echoing faintly in my chest, sleep didn't feel like sleep. It felt like falling—not into darkness, but into light.A piercing white light.And then, suddenly, I was somewhere else.I stood barefoot on marble, cold against my skin. I was in a vast corridor of ivory and alabaster. The walls shimmered like moonstone, casting reflections that danced even though no flame burned. Everything around me pulsed with power—like the air had secrets etched into it, secrets too old and too sacred for human tongues to name.And then I saw her.The White Lady.Again.She stood at the far end of the hall, back turned, robes like smoke trailing around her, whispering against the marble. Her silver hair flowed in waves down her back, and her hands, clasped behind her, radiated a light that didn't cast a shadow.But this time, she wasn’t alone.I was beside her.No—I wa
Bound with Shadows Chapter 60: Laughter in the Halls
Naomi's POVThe next morning, the sun broke in through the hospital windows like it had something to prove. It wasn't the gentle light from yesterday's golden hour, but a sharp, unapologetic kind of brightness. The kind that made you squint even with your eyes closed. Still, it wasn't unwelcome. Not today. I wanted to be a little ray of sunshine, and what better way than receiving the bright sunlight that almost blinded my eyes first?Because today was different."Naomiiiiiii!"The door to my hospital room burst open before I could even lift my head from the pillow. And then, in a flurry of curls, too much perfume, and dramatic gasps, my cousin Ava launched herself into the room."Oh my god! You’re not dead!""Hi to you, too," I mumbled with a sleepy smile, rubbing at my eyes.She all but threw her purse at the nearby chair and bee-lined to my bed, sitting beside me without even asking, grabbing my hand like she needed proof I was real."You look pale. Like, ghost pale. But also like
Bound with Shadows Chapter 59: Unspoken Things
Naomi's POVThe sunlight had shifted to something softer, more golden. That hour where everything looks like it's been dusted in honey and nostalgia. Layla sat beside me in the garden, humming a lazy tune under her breath while she scrolled through her phone. I closed my eyes for a second, the scent of blooming lavender brushing against me like a lullaby.That peace? It felt rare. Like the kind of silence that wrapped you up instead of drowning you."Hey," I said softly."Hmm?"I tilted my head toward the path ahead, where a tall figure moved with quiet steps. Like he didn’t belong in sunlight but tolerated it just for now.Marcus.His hands were in his pockets, jaw set in its usual grim line, black shirt clinging to his frame like it was trying to keep his secrets in. I watched him for a second, then turned to Layla."Can you give us a minute?"Layla looked up, blinking as she followed my gaze. "Oh," she said, eyes flicking between us. "Of course. I’ll go flirt with the old security
Bound with Shadows Chapter 58: Peaches, Pajamas & Pretty Lies
Naomi's POVMorning light seeped through the curtains, golden and gentle, casting lazy shadows across the hospital room walls. A soft breeze made the curtain sway, and for once, the stillness wasn’t heavy. It was...comforting. The kind of peace that tasted like warm toast and honey tea. Like freshly laundered sheets and a hug you didn’t have to ask for.Layla had spent the night in the uncomfortable hospital recliner beside me, her curls smashed on one side and a smear of drool at the corner of her mouth. She looked every inch like someone who claimed to be a princess in another life but slept like a snoring truck driver.My mom had brought me fresh clothes, soft cotton pajamas with little peaches on them. I hadn’t worn anything this soft in weeks. Or maybe months. Everything before now felt like a smear of fire and blood and noise.Today, there was none of that.Today, there was peaches, pajamas, and pretty little lies we told ourselves so we could rest.I nudged Layla with my foot.
Bound with Shadows Chapter 57: Pillow Talk and Delusion
Naomi’s POVThe room smelled like antiseptic and flowers. My body still felt like it had been dragged through a blender, but the pain was dulled now—like everything was quieter, slower, easier to manage.Layla had kicked off her heels and was now sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me like it was a damn sleepover and not a hospital recovery room. My mom sat in the chair on the other side, humming softly as she knit what looked like a terrible version of a scarf, though I didn’t have the heart to tell her that. It was hideous. But in that warm, mom way.“I’m serious,” Layla was saying, waving her hands with dramatic flair. “If Elias Hunt says one more vaguely polite thing to me, I swear I will fall in love and name our future children after Greek gods.”I snorted. “You talked to him for five minutes, Layla.”“Exactly. And in those five minutes, he said, and I quote, ‘You look well today, Layla.’ With his deep-ass voice and shoulders that could carry the weight of my daddy issues. Wh
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