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Chapter Forty-Three: Things Said and Unsaid
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2025-05-29 23:47:51
Jhumie_writesThis chapter cuts to the heart of Killian’s fractured relationship with his mother, and his unraveling realization that what he feels for Ivy might not just be obsession. The conversation with Elena is a reckoning not just for the past, but for what lies ahead.
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The line went dead.But the echo of it, the scream, the manic laughter, Robert’s voice like a blade carving through me, kept bleeding into the silence. I sat there with the phone pressed to my ear long after it had already gone cold, my body rigid, my mind refusing to believe what I’d just heard.Mrs. B’s voice. Her cry. Victor’s madness. The sound of her life being torn away.And Robert’s calm pronouncement, like he’d just ordered the weather to change.I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could do was sit there and listen to the silence where she used to be.Ivy’s hand touched my arm. “Killian?” Her voice was soft, fragile, as if she already knew. “Calm... Calm down.."I turned to her, but no words came. My throat closed up, the weight in my chest pressing down until it hurt to exist. I saw the question in her eyes, the terror, the need, and I still couldn’t say it. Because if I said it, it would be real.Mrs. B was gone.The only person who ever looked at me and saw a boy wort
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The safe house was too quiet.It had the kind of silence that never sat right with me,,too clean, too distant, like a room waiting for something to break. Ivy was asleep on the couch, her knees drawn up, her hair spilling like dark silk over the pillow. I sat across from her in the armchair, half a whiskey in my hand, half a curse in my mouth.I should’ve been at ease. She was here. Out of that damned mansion. Out of Victor’s cage. But there was no ease in me. Not now. Not when every second we breathed was borrowed time.I kept watching her chest rise and fall, the steady rhythm like an anchor, but it was also a weight. She trusted me enough to sleep. That meant I couldn’t afford to fail.The burner phone on the table buzzed, shattering the quiet.I was up before the second vibration, snatching it. My voice was a low growl when I answered. “Yeah?”“Killian?”Mrs. B.My shoulders unclenched just enough to let out a breath. “It’s me.”“Good.” Her tone was brisk, but beneath it I could he
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