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Chapter 138: The Breaking Point
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Marked By Midnight Chapter 142: The Art Of Pain
Azrik's POVI felt a sharp ache in my chest as I watched Lunessa drift to sleep. The fact that she was even blaming herself broke something in me. How could she think any of this was her fault? She had done nothing wrong.We had lost something precious, but we still had each other, and if the moon never gifted us any child, I’d still thank the stars every night for giving me her. Just her. That’s all I’ve ever truly needed.I kissed her forehead one last time and slipped out of the room, careful not to wake her. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I pulled out my phone and called Draven.“I only have three days left,” I said, my voice low. “That was the deadline Lunessa gave me.”“I remember,” Draven replied. “And the bounty we put on Cassara’s head? It’s doing wonders. We’ve been getting leads left and right.”“Any of them solid?” I asked, pacing the corridor like a storm waiting to break.“Well, two different sources claim they saw someone matching her description deep south
Marked By Midnight Chapter 141: The Healing Bath
Lunessa's POV“Please let me help you bathe,” he said, voice gentle.Azrik looked tired, worn in a way only quiet agony could etch into a man. I knew he had been trying, reaching across my silence, trying to hold me together when I didn’t know how to hold myself.I saw the effort in his eyes, in the cautious way he moved around me, afraid one wrong word or touch would make me shatter.And yet I’d been so angry. Not just at the world, or Liaison, but at him. At everything. I didn’t know why I felt that way, only that I couldn’t stop.He helped me into the bathroom. It was already prepared, lit with candles that glowed like little stars caught in amber. Soft music drifted from the corner, slow, a piano’s gentle weeping.The tub was full, steaming gently. I could smell the herbs floating on the surface, lavender, rosemary, something ancient and earthen. The healing bath.He undressed me carefully, as if I might dissolve at his fingertips. Then he helped me into the water, and the moment
Marked By Midnight Chapter 140: The Mourning Crown
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Marked By Midnight Chapter 139: Wombbane
Lunessa’s POVI didn’t know where I was, or if I was even alive.Everything was dark, cold, and hollow, but then I heard a scream, my scream then blood. I shot upright with a strangled cry, air clawing its way into my lungs like I’d been drowning.“Lunessa!”Hands caught my shoulders before I could thrash off the bed. I struggled, heart pounding like war drums, vision swimming in and out, until I heard Azrik.“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice like gravel and silk, his face coming into focus, pale, unshaven, and desperate.My lips parted to speak but went dry as I looked down at myself. My body felt foreign, drained. I was wrapped in white sterile hospital garments. A faint antiseptic smell clung to my skin. Cold IV fluid snaked through my arm.My voice cracked. “Why am I wearing this? Azrik... what happened?”His jaw tightened. The muscles in his neck pulsed, but he didn’t speak. I looked into his eyes and felt dread settle like lead in my stomach, I remembered everything.“Azrik.”
Marked By Midnight Chapter 138: The Breaking Point
Azrik's POVLunessa's scream tore through the silence like a blade. I jolted upright, heart racing, instincts flaring. My hand shot out for hers, and froze.Blood was everywhere soaking the sheets, coating her thighs.My lungs locked. “Lunessa…”“I don't want to lose my baby!” she sobbed, her voice raw, body trembling.I was already moving. “We're going to the hospital. Now.”She clutched her belly, eyes wild with fear. “My baby... Azrik... please...”I scooped her into my arms, and she screamed again, this time from pain so sharp it made her convulse.Then, just as I reached the stairs her body went limp.“Lunessa!” I roared. No pulse on her wrist. No breath against my neck.Panic surged like a tidal wave. There was no time for keys, no time for shoes. I vanished and reappeared instantly at the hospital gates, barrelling through the emergency entrance, drenched in blood.“Code OB Red! We have a pregnant patient unresponsive, severe hemorrhage!” a nurse shouted.Doctors and nurses swa
Marked By Midnight Chapter 137: Dreams That Kill
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