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10. Whispers Beneath Blood

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-06-12 14:04:57

Amara pov:

The morning air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the armored vehicle and into the cruel winter haze near the border fence. Snow fell in lazy spirals, soft and deceptive, trying to cover the stench of death clinging to the earth. But nothing could mask it—not for someone like me.

Not for someone who knew the difference between blood spilled in battle and blood spilled as a warning.

Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost.

Valerie, ever the wildfire wrapped in silk, hummed quietly beside me, one hand resting on her holster, her other playing with the end of her braid. I wasn’t sure if the hum was to calm herself or to taunt Death.

The bodies were waiting for us, strung like grotesque ornaments on the rusted iron fence, a chilling welcome from whatever bastard thought this would scare us.

They failed. But that didn’t mean
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  • Crimson Kisses   10. Whispers Beneath Blood

    Amara pov:The morning air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the armored vehicle and into the cruel winter haze near the border fence. Snow fell in lazy spirals, soft and deceptive, trying to cover the stench of death clinging to the earth. But nothing could mask it—not for someone like me. Not for someone who knew the difference between blood spilled in battle and blood spilled as a warning.Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost. Valerie, ever the wildfire wrapped in silk, hummed quietly beside me, one hand resting on her holster, her other playing with the end of her braid. I wasn’t sure if the hum was to calm herself or to taunt Death.The bodies were waiting for us, strung like grotesque ornaments on the rusted iron fence, a chilling welcome from whatever bastard thought this would scare us.They failed. But that didn’t mean

  • Crimson Kisses   9. Blood Oath

    Viktor pov:My boots echoed like thunder across the marble halls, heart slamming against my ribs with a ferocity I didn’t understand, no, refused to understand. The boy was gone. Luca. A fucking child, stolen from my house like I was some fool running a circus instead of a fortress.I wasn’t thinking straight. And I hated that.The corridors blurred as I stormed past security gates, the lights flickering above like dying stars. I growled into the comm again, “Update, now.”Aleksander’s voice crackled through. “Motion sensors, lower levels. South wing.”“That leads to the underground tunnel routes,” Damir added, voice clipped and sharp.Fuck. Of course. If I were trying to disappear without a trace, that’s where I’d go.We took the service stairs two at a time, weapons drawn, adrenaline punching through my veins like battery acid. I didn’t know why I was this agitated. Maybe it was the thought of Amara

  • Crimson Kisses   8. Digital Ghosts

    Viktor pov:The air in the war room was thick with tension, buzzing with unspoken grudges and a hint of pride. My team was ready to spring into action, each buzzing with a fierce determination that barely hid beneath their disciplined exteriors. Kira’s jaw was set tight, her resolve unshakeable. Valerie had that wild look in her eyes, like a cat just waiting for the right moment to pounce. And then there was Amara—she had this natural authority about her, standing relaxed yet commanding, as if the space around her was meant to be hers.I stood at the head of the long, shiny conference table, hands pushed firmly behind my back, taking in the glowing map projected on the screen. It was a sea of red pins marking the edges of our territory, each one a reminder of the threats that were drawing closer, like storm clouds on the horizon.“Bodies were found hung from the border fence,” I started, keeping my voice steady and low, weighing the gri

  • Crimson Kisses   7. War Room Games

    Amara pov:We were finally settled in the Iron Citadel, Viktor’s goddamn fortress. Everything screamed power, wealth, and danger. And the moment I saw Viktor’s smug face, that arrogant smirk like he’d just won some twisted game, I wanted to slap the hell out of him. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because my brother was here. Because I had to stay strong, for him. I couldn’t leave Luca alone in this lion’s den.They gave us rooms next to each other. There was a door between them, connecting our spaces, and even though I didn’t say shit about it, I appreciated it. Just knowing he was close helped keep the panic from crawling up my throat but our rooms being placed directly across from Viktor’s is not a fucking coincidence. He wanted us right in front of higreyes, under his control. They probably didn’t trust me; smart move.The room they gave me was… nice. Too nice. Big-ass windows, expensive furniture, a bed softer than anything I’d slept in, even better than the house I bought for Luca in

  • Crimson Kisses   6. No Saints Here

    Amara pov:Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Luca. My little brother. My whole goddamn heart. His face kept haunting me, his wide, scared eyes, his voice calling my name like I could actually protect him. He looked so small… so helpless. And right behind him was the monster himself, Viktor Dragovic. Calm as fuck, like stealing someone’s brother was just part ofgrey regular day. Like ripping my soul apart didn’t matter to him at all.I was curled up on the couch, sitting in complete darkness, holding a knife so tight my fingers were going numb. Not because I planned to use it, but, because the pain reminded me I was still alive. That this nightmare was real, not just some twisted dream. Outside, the sky was slowly turning lighter, soft blue and gray creeping in, but inside me, It was all fire. Pure rage. Hurt. Fury. It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow.6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed.Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him.I

  • Crimson Kisses   5. The Lion’s Prey

    Amara POV:The night air outside the Iron Citadel smacked me in the face as soon as I stepped through the gates. It was cold, sharp, and cruel, like the bastard I’d just left behind. Viktor Dragovic thought he could reel me in with his big speech and smug smile, like I was some pawn ready to be played. Screw him. I wasn’t going to dance for anyone, least of all a man like him.The guards at the gate didn’t look me in the eye as I passed. Good. Let them be afraid. I hailed a cab, the sharp whistle cutting through the eerie silence of the street. The headlights blinked once as the car rolled up, and I climbed in without saying a damn word, slamming the door behind me. The driver asked where to, but I barely heard him over the pounding of my thoughts. When I finally mumbled my address, he nodded and took off.The city blurred past the windows, the dark streets and flickering lights swallowing me whole. My boots tapped against the floor of the cab, restless, angry. Viktor had pissed m

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