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185: THE NET TIGHTENS.

作者: AlphaKelly
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-16 23:13:06

EZREAL’S POV

I sat behind my desk fully dressed, jacket buttoned, watch snug at my wrist. Everything was in place. There was a particular kind of calm that came right before the hunt, it was always sharp, focused and inevitable. The room smelled faintly of leather and smoke. Vincent sat opposite me, posture straight, expression hard. Baron was beside me, closer to me than anyone else was allowed to be, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm I was holding back.

“She left Kaitlyn’s place twenty
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  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   219: INK AND THORNS.

    EZREAL’S POVNight pressed against the windows of my office, heavy and restless, as if the world itself knew we were about to pry something open that had been buried for years.The journals lay spread across my desk, their cracked spines and yellowed pages lit by a single lamp. Bishop Conrad’s handwriting was unmistakable—sharp, deliberate, every stroke controlled. Aiden stood to my left, arms folded, jaw tight. Vincent lingered near the shelves, outwardly calm but wound so tightly I could almost hear the strain. Baron leaned against the edge of the desk, one hand braced beside the books, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.This was it.If the answers existed anywhere, they were here.“I still think it’s him,” I said quietly, breaking the silence. “Bishop Conrad didn’t just brush against the Order of Thorn. He was embedded. And Malrick trusted him.”Aiden nodded once. “My father trusted him too.”That single sentence carried too much weight. I didn’t miss the way Aiden’s fing

  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   218: ACCEPTING HIM AS MINE.

    VINCENT’S POVI stayed. That alone felt like a rebellion.Lila decided within seconds that I was now part of the game. She handed me a stick, apparently a sword, and declared me the villain. Mara immediately objected and said I looked too nice to be evil. Theo clapped at the argument like it was the best entertainment he’d had all morning. I played along. I chased them around the garden at half speed, let them “defeat” me dramatically, groaned when they piled onto my back. Lila crowed in victory. Mara tried to help me up and then fell over laughing instead. Theo squealed every time I pretended to roar. I laughed too. It startled me how easily it came.Out of the corner of my eye, I kept seeing Aiden. He was quiet now, sitting on the low stone edge of the garden, elbows on his knees, watching without really watching. He smiled when his siblings laughed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.He wasn’t angry.That somehow scared me more. When the children finally tired themselves out, Ma

  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   217: WHAT WAS ALWAYS THERE.

    VINCENT’S POV I stayed rooted to the spot long after Baron walked away. The corridor felt wider somehow. Emptier. Like it had swallowed whatever momentum I’d managed to build while talking to him and left me standing there with nothing but my thoughts and a heartbeat that refused to slow. In love. The word still sat wrong in my chest. Heavy. Unfamiliar...Eventually, I pushed myself off the wall and went back inside. The fortress was quiet now, too quiet. Breakfast was clearly over. Plates cleared. Voices gone. The warmth that had briefly filled the dining room had dispersed like smoke. I scanned the space instinctively. Aiden wasn’t there. My jaw tightened. I caught one of the men passing through the hall and asked, casually, where he’d gone. “Family wing,” he replied. “With his people.” I nodded, dismissing him, but my feet didn’t move right away. The family wing. I’d avoided it deliberately since Aiden arrived. Told myself it was about boundaries. About professionalism. Ab

  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   216: ROOTS AND RETURNS.

    EZREAL’S POVMy mother watched Vincent leave the table, her eyes following him longer than necessary. “Is he alright?” she asked quietly.I shook my head once. “I’ll tell you later.”She accepted that without pushing, which was something I was quickly learning about her, she knew when to wait. Aiden stood a moment later, polite as ever, thanked her for the food, and excused himself. The chair barely made a sound as he pushed it back, but the absence he left behind was loud. Baron caught my eye from across the table.“I’ll go check on him,” he said.I nodded. I trusted Baron with Vincent’s silences more than anyone else. When they were gone, it was just my mother and me. The plates had gone cold between us, the space quieter now—intimate in a way that made my chest tighten.“Come,” she said gently, standing. “Let’s take a walk.”I rose immediately. Outside, the morning air was crisp, the fortress grounds stretching wide and green under a pale sky. Guards nodded as we passed, but no on

  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   215: THE SPACE BETWEEN US.

    VNCENT’S POVI didn’t understand why it hit me the way it did.Aiden’s voice hadn’t been cruel. Not sharp. Not dismissive. Just polite. Easy. We’re just… acquaintances.I was the one who’d drawn that line. I was the one who’d enforced distance with silence, with work, with walls I pretended were professionalism. So why did it feel like something in my chest cracked when he said it out loud?I stood there, face carefully blank, while Baron laughed and Ezreal’s mother smiled like she’d stumbled onto something charming and harmless. Like there wasn’t a quiet disaster unfolding in my ribs.You’d make a handsome pair.Baron’s laughter echoed too loudly in my ears. Not mocking—never that, but amused. Light. And somehow that made it worse. Because it meant it was obvious. To her. To him. To everyone but me.I had messed up.We moved toward the dining room not long after, Ezreal leading, his mother beside him. I followed automatically, my body doing what it always did, falling into formation,

  • Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest   214: THE UPPER HAND.

    EZREAL’S POVMorning came without ceremony. No dreams. No nightmares. Just the steady weight of reality settling back onto my shoulders as I sat behind my desk, pen moving smoothly across parchment and paper alike. Vincent stood across from me, tablet in hand, posture relaxed but his eyes were sharp. Always watching. Always measuring. I signed the last document and slid it aside. Another acquisition finalized. Another piece moved into place.Baron wasn’t here.He’d left early with Aiden, headed to meet Aiden’s family where I had them located. I hadn’t said much when he told me. Just nodded. Let him go. He deserved moments that didn’t orbit around blood and strategy and war.Vincent cleared his throat. “We need to go through the St. Jude’s archive journals soon.” I didn’t look up. “They’re not just old records,” he continued. “They’re patterns. Timelines. There are things in there we can use to plan ahead, especially now.”Still, I said nothing. My pen scratched across the page, sign

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