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216: ROOTS AND RETURNS.
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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
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 213: SEEDS OF MALICE.
CELESTE’S POVRevenge, I had learned, didn’t always arrive screaming. Sometimes it arrived quietly, on steady footsteps, in healing flesh, in the soft laugh of a girl who didn’t yet understand the danger of where her heart was wandering.Lucien was healing.I noticed it in small ways first. The stiffness in his movements had eased. The pain no longer lived behind his eyes. The gunshot wound that should have kept him grounded and cautious was closing faster than expected.And Ashley was always there. Too young. Too open. Too obvious.She didn’t try to hide it, the way her eyes softened when Lucien spoke, the way she hovered just close enough to be useful without being asked. She brought breakfast herself some mornings, lingered when others would have left. Her sister sat on her like sunlight, warm, innocent, and completely unguarded.Lucien didn’t encourage it. But he didn’t stop it either. That worried me. He was slipping away from my grasp and I hated it completely. I knew he hadn't
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 212: WHAT HE FOUGHT FOR.
You think I fear the world?NoI fear the day I reach for you and you no longer flinch because you no longer care.BARON’S POVI stayed back longer than I needed to. Not because I didn’t trust him, never that but because watching Ezreal with his mother felt like witnessing something sacred. Like a locked door in his chest had finally cracked open, and light was pouring through whether he was ready for it or not.I leaned against the wall near the corridor, arms crossed loosely, listening to the muted cadence of their voices through the half-open door earlier. Not the words because those were private but the tone. Softer. Lighter. Real in a way I’d never heard from him before. Ezreal had always carried himself like a man carved from steel. Controlled. Precise. Dangerous when necessary. But tonight… Tonight he was just someone’s son. And gods, it made my chest ache.I’d seen him bleed. I’d seen him kill. I’d seen him walk through rooms like death was something he’d already made peace
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 211: Shoulder To Shoulder.
EZREAL’S POVNight settled in slowly, like it didn’t want to intrude.The city lights below flickered to life one by one, and for a long while, my mother and I just sat there in silence, shoulder to shoulder, breathing the same air, sharing a quiet that didn’t feel empty. It felt earned.I realized then how strange it was that silence no longer frightened me. She traced the rim of her wineglass with her thumb. “Tell me about him,” she said gently. “Baron. You called him your husband. I want to know how that is going for you, son.”I smiled before I could stop myself. It was small, instinctive. Real. “He saved me,” I said simply. Then, after a beat, “More than once.”She glanced at me, something knowing in her eyes. “That wasn’t what I asked.”I chuckled under my breath. “He’s patient,” I said. “Annoyingly so. He sees me—really sees me—even when I’m trying to be ten steps ahead of everyone else.” I leaned back into the couch. “He doesn’t flinch. Not even when he sees the blood. Not eve
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