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32: The Serpent In The Sanctuary.
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Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 159: A GAME CHANGER.
EZREAL’S POVI saw the shift in Vincent’s eyes the moment I said the young priest’s name. It was subtle. Anyone else would’ve missed it, written it off as surprise or reluctance. But I’d known Vincent too long. I’d watched him stare down gun barrels without blinking, walk through fire without hesitation. That flicker wasn’t fear. It was personal. He masked it quickly, as he always did, but the damage was done. Aiden wasn’t just an asset to him. He was a fault line. Vincent turned away first, already moving down the corridor like distance could lock his reaction back into place. I let him take three steps before I spoke.“You don’t have to like it,” I said evenly. “You just have to do it clean.” He stopped.Didn’t turn around.“I know,” he replied. His voice was steady, but there was a tension in it now…pulled tight like wire under strain. “I’ll handle it.”“I know you will,” I said. “That’s why I asked you.”That made him look back. For a split second, something unguarded crossed his
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 158: THE FIRST NAME ON THE LIST.
I don’t just want you near me… I want you where even my pulse can’t escape without touching you first.BARON’S POVI let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and shook my head slowly. “That’s not what I mean,” I said.Ezreal stilled, his attention sharpening fully on me. Not guarded… listening. “I don’t want to stand in front of you,” I continued, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t want to be the shield. I don’t want to be brave in ways that get me killed just to prove a point.”His jaw flexed, but he didn’t interrupt. “I just don’t want to be blind,” I said quietly. “Because that’s where fear grows. In the dark. In the silence. In the spaces where I start imagining things that are worse than the truth.” I lifted my head enough to look at him properly. “When you disappear and I don’t know why… when things happen and I’m the last to hear about them—it doesn’t make me feel protected. It makes me feel replaceable. Like I’m something you’re guarding instead of someone you’re s
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 157: WHAT HE TRIED TO TAKE.
If fate tries to take you again, I will choke fate with my bare hands. I lost you once. That alone was enough to unmake me.BARON’S POVThe house smelled like smoke and fear. Not the sharp kind, no. This was quieter. The kind that sank into walls and stayed long after the fire was gone. The kind that wrapped around your ribs and made your breathing feel like a privilege.Ezreal was alive. I kept telling myself that. I’d seen him. Touched him. Held him. Felt his heart beating under my palm like a promise the world hadn’t managed to break yet. And still, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They’d cleaned the west wing quickly. Too quickly. Men moved with precision, voices low, eyes sharp. No one panicked. That almost made it worse. Panic meant surprise. This was preparation.This was war.I stood alone in the sitting room just outside our bedroom, arms wrapped around myself, trying to slow my breathing. Every sound made my head snap up. Every footstep felt like it could be the one that chan
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 156: THE GIFT THAT BURNS.
If our love ends in fire, then stand beside me. We’ll burn the world down first, and let the flames write our names in the smoke.EZREAL’S POVAs I left Baron inside our room, my mind raced. Something was going on, something I didn't understand. The house had settled into that uneasy calm that always followed violence narrowly avoided. Guards rotated. Radios murmured low. Every corridor breathed discipline. Just the way I liked it. I was halfway down the west wing when I saw the box. It sat on the long oak table like it belonged there… unassuming, sealed in brown paper, a simple ribbon knotted on top. Too neat. Too intentional. A white envelope was taped to the lid. For a moment, nothing moved. I watched the box with narrowed suspicion and then turned to Vincent who had come to stand beside me. “Who brought that in?” I asked. Vincent was already stepping closer, eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t on the intake list.” His voice rang out and I froze. That was all the warning I needed. I didn’
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 155: THE WEIGHT HE LETS ME HOLD.
You are not a choice. You are the law carved into my bones,the commandment etched in my blood.BARON’S POV“Baron…” Ezreal moaned my name like a prayer. In truth, I didn't want sex. All I wanted was to show him that no matter what, I wasn't leaving him at all.I reached for his belt and unclasped it, my hand moving slowly like I had all the time in the world. Somehow, I wished we did. But with Malrick and Lucien making their move, I'd say we had at least a few days. His eyes met mine as he raised his hands to caress my face. I leaned into his touch softly. When I removed his pants, which he helped me do, his cock, already hard, sprang free and I licked my lips at the sight.Ezreal’s dick was huge… very massive and sometimes, I wondered how it fit into me. But I didn't want it any less. I moved and licked the precum that was already coating the tip. That earned me a growl from Ezreal. He always loved me sucking on his dick. This time however, I didn't need his guidance. I'd been wit
Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest 154: WHAT LINGERS IN HIS ABSENCE.
I ruined you once, and I hate myself for it— but hear me clearly: I will never let anyone else harm what I already bled for.BARON’S POVI woke up to silence. Not the comforting kind. Not the heavy, shared silence that came with Ezreal’s arm around my waist and his breath warm against my neck. This was hollow. Too empty. The other side of the bed was cold, sheets barely disturbed, like he’d been gone longer than I realized. I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, listening. Nothing. “Ez?” I called softly, already knowing the answer.Silence answered back. My chest tightened. I pushed the covers aside and stood, his shirt hanging loose on my body, the hem brushing my thighs. The floor was cold under my feet as I crossed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth slowly, methodically, trying to ignore the way unease crawled under my skin. When I stripped and stepped into the bath, I turned the water cold. I needed it.The cold stole my breath as I sank under the w
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