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17: Whispers In The Garden.
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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 83: BLOOD AND FAITH.
"His heart is my fortress; I will defend its walls against all who think they can sniff the air of my sanctuary.”EZREAL’S POVThe text was short, precise, and cold, just the way I wanted it.‘I’m on my way to the summit. Meet me there.’No greetings. No softness. He didn't deserve it. I dropped the phone back on the table, but the anger didn’t ease. It simmered in my chest, low and dangerous, the kind of fury that begged for something to break. My knuckles ached from clenching, my pulse too steady for how violently I wanted to react.Baron.Even his name made my jaw tighten.He looked at me like I was the devil, and maybe he was right. But he was the one wearing a collar, hiding behind God while drowning in sin.I wanted to slam my fists into something — a wall, a mirror, his mouth — anything that would make the ache stop. But I didn’t. I never broke what I couldn’t fix.“Vincent,” I said finally.He straightened from where he’d been checking his gun. “Sir?”“Get the car ready. We’r
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 82: HIS HATE MY RECKONING.
"His essence flows through my veins; think not you can plunder what is richly cultivated between our souls.”BARON’S POVThe night air bit cold against my skin as I stepped out of the car. The gravel crunched beneath my shoes, the echo sharp against the silence that seemed to shroud the church grounds.My father was already waiting at the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back, his face lit by the golden glow of the lanterns. He looked like a statue carved out of righteousness —serene, untouchable, suffocating.“Baron,” he said, voice low but firm, the kind of tone that demanded obedience before reason. “You’ve been neglecting your duties. That's not how I taught you.”I scoffed quietly. “Neglecting?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I’m still here, Father. I preach. I pray. I do everything that’s expected of me.”His expression didn’t change. “You know exactly what I mean. There are eyes watching you. Whispers. You disappear for days, you come back… changed. Where do
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 81: THE PRIEST FUCKING THE DEVIL.
"My tears may fall like rain on the remains of our dreams, but each drop shows the fire you sparked inside me.”BARON’S POVI could still taste him.The copper sting of blood on my tongue, the bruising pressure of his mouth, the way his breath shuddered against mine —all of it burned into me, searing deeper than any prayer or confession ever could.Ezreal’s kiss wasn’t tender. It was fury and grief and hunger bound in flesh. He kissed like he wanted to destroy me, like every bite was punishment for what I’d done to him.And the worst part? I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn't bear it if he stopped right now. I wanted him to keep going. To keep kissing me. His mouth claimed mine again and again — biting, sucking, devouring — until I forgot where one of us ended and the other began. The wall pressed into my back, the air thick with his scent and the heat of him.Then suddenly, he tore away.His breath came hard, ragged, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. A string of saliva follo
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 80: YOU CHAINED THE BOY YOU ONCE KNEW.
"With every forbidden kiss, we rewrite the rules of love and fate.”EZREAL’S POVFor a moment, the words didn’t register. I just stared at him — at the tightness around his mouth, the flicker of fear in his eyes, the way his fingers twisted the edge of my hoodie like he was holding on to something that could still save him.Then they sank in.The Order of Thorn. Initiation.My blood went cold.“How do you know?” I asked, my voice low, too calm for the way my pulse was hammering.Baron’s gaze didn’t waver. “Because I’ve been digging,” he said quietly. “For days now. There are whispers in the clergy — about who gets chosen, when they move, what it means to be invited to Black Hollow.”He took a breath, slow and steady, but I saw the tremor beneath it. “They do it once every decade. They call it a summit, but it’s not. It’s a ceremony. The Order chooses who to bind — who to sacrifice for what they call purification. My father wants to trick me into being one of them.”I stared at him for
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 79: THE DEVIL’S DESIRE.
"Together we redefine love, turning each stolen glance into a declaration of war.” EZREAL’S POV The meeting had dragged on for hours, voices arguing over routes, shipments, territories, alliances. The kind of noise I’d built an empire on but couldn’t stand tonight. By the time it ended, my patience was gone. Every word that came out of those men’s mouths felt like static against my skull. I dismissed them with a flick of my hand, watching their expensive suits and fake smiles fade from the conference room one by one. The moment the door shut, silence fell — heavy and suffocating. I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie. My jaw ached from clenching it for too long. All I wanted was to go home. Not to the mansion. Not to the empire Rodrigo left me. To him. Baron. The name itself made something sharp and restless stir in me. I wanted to see him again, to hear him breathe my name, to feel that quiet defiance in his voice crumble into a whisper. I wanted to fuck the thoughts o
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 78: THE DEVIL’S BRAND.
"Our love is a haunting song, each note played in our silence, echoing through time.”BARON’S POVI didn’t know how long I slept. When I finally opened my eyes, the room was washed in shadows and there were faint traces of orange light leaking in through the half-drawn curtains.Evening. Maybe night.The space beside me was cold.Ezreal was gone.For a moment, I lay still, staring at the empty half of the bed, the sheets tangled and creased. My body ached everywhere, a dull, consuming soreness that made even breathing feel like effort. I blinked hard, trying to piece the day together, but fragments were all I got, heat, hands, the rough sound of his voice in my ear, the way he’d looked at me like he could see every lie I’d ever told.I pushed myself up, groaning quietly. The air smelled faintly of smoke, leather, and something darker — him. On the nightstand was a glass of water and a small bottle of aspirin.I stared at it. Of all the things I expected from Ezreal, kindness wasn’t o
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