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Chapter 28:The fragile Truce

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His hand closed around the gun’s grip. Time froze. The crash of waves faded to a dull roar in my ears. I braced for the sound of the slide racking, for the window rolling down, for the Lancaster violence erupting once more. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in the cage of my terror.

But Adam didn’t pull the gun out. He didn’t even lift it from the glove compartment. His knuckles whitened on the polymer grip, tendons standing out on his forearm like steel cables. He held perfectly still, staring out at the deepening shadows beneath the cypress trees bordering the property. His breathing was shallow, controlled.

Seconds stretched into an eternity. The only movement was the rise and fall of his chest and the slow, deliberate uncurling of his fingers from the weapon. He released the grip as if it had burned him. Then, with a visible effort that seemed to drain him, he pushed the glove compartment shut with a soft click.

He turned his head slowly towards me. The raw
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    Adam’s fevered whisper – "She didn't jump" – echoed in the hollows of my skull long after I stumbled back to my room. It coiled around the remnants of the Thorazine still lurking in my veins, a chilling counterpoint to the chemical fog. Sleep, when it finally came, wasn’t rest. It was a drowning descent into fractured nightmares: white walls closing in, Eve’s crimson smile, the cold bite of restraints, and always, the sound of a body hitting pavement far below.I woke to sunlight stabbing my eyes like shards of glass. My head pounded with a vicious, nauseating rhythm that seemed to sync with the distant crash of waves. The simple act of opening my eyes sent the room tilting violently. Sweat plastered the borrowed pajamas to my skin, but beneath it, a deep, bone-aching chill had taken root. The Thorazine, held at bay by adrenaline and terror, was claiming its due.A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sound triggered a wave of nausea so intense it doubled me over. I barely

  • Married To The Son Of Sin    Chapter 29: The burning Tide

    The raw, gut-wrenching sob from the master bedroom shattered the fragile silence like glass. It wasn't just crying; it was the sound of something deep inside Adam fracturing, a dam breaking under pressure I couldn't fathom. My own fear, my exhaustion, my carefully constructed walls behind the locked door – they all crumbled in the face of that desolate sound.I was out of bed before conscious thought, the cold floor biting my bare feet. My hand hovered over the deadbolt. Don't. Stay safe. He's a Lancaster. He's unstable. But the memory of his shame-filled eyes in the car, the way he’d released the gun, the sheer brokenness in that sob… it overruled the fear. Cautiously, silently, I disengaged the lock and padded down the dark hallway.The door to the master suite stood slightly ajar. Moonlight streamed through the panoramic windows, painting silver stripes on the rumpled sheets. Adam wasn't in the bed. He was slumped on the floor beside it, back against the frame, head buried in his h

  • Married To The Son Of Sin    Chapter 28:The fragile Truce

    His hand closed around the gun’s grip. Time froze. The crash of waves faded to a dull roar in my ears. I braced for the sound of the slide racking, for the window rolling down, for the Lancaster violence erupting once more. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in the cage of my terror.But Adam didn’t pull the gun out. He didn’t even lift it from the glove compartment. His knuckles whitened on the polymer grip, tendons standing out on his forearm like steel cables. He held perfectly still, staring out at the deepening shadows beneath the cypress trees bordering the property. His breathing was shallow, controlled.Seconds stretched into an eternity. The only movement was the rise and fall of his chest and the slow, deliberate uncurling of his fingers from the weapon. He released the grip as if it had burned him. Then, with a visible effort that seemed to drain him, he pushed the glove compartment shut with a soft click.He turned his head slowly towards me. The raw

  • Married To The Son Of Sin    Chapter 27: Ghosts in Glass

    The silence after the alarm’s shriek was almost worse. Thick. Suffocating. Adam’s hand hovered over the gun, his body coiled like a spring, eyes scanning the dusky landscape beyond the windshield. The dashboard screen flashed again:ALERT RESOLVED: Wildlife Trigger - West Gate. (Raccoon)A raccoon. Just a damn raccoon.The breath I hadn’t realized I was holding punched out of me, leaving me lightheaded. Adam slowly lowered his hand from the glove compartment, the tension bleeding from his shoulders, replaced by a weary slump. He ran a hand over his face, the gesture strangely vulnerable."Just an animal," he muttered, more to himself than me. His voice sounded rough, frayed at the edges.But the damage was done. The shrill electronic wail had ripped open the fragile scab over the terror of St. Mary’s. It wasn't just the alarm; it was the speed of his reaction, the predatory focus, the immediate reach for the gun. It was the Lancaster reflex – violence as the first answer. The reflex E

  • Married To The Son Of Sin    Chapter 26: Salty Air

    The car wasn’t Adam’s usual armored beast. It was sleek, low, and fast, the engine a muted growl eating up the miles of sun-baked highway. California unfurled outside the window – impossibly blue sky, golden hills, the first teasing glimpses of the vast, grey-blue Pacific. It should have felt like freedom. It felt like another gilded cage on wheels.Adam drove like a man possessed, jaw clenched, knuckles white on the wheel. The silence between us wasn’t companionable; it was a live wire, humming with everything unsaid. My body still felt heavy, hollowed out by the Thorazine residue. My wrist throbbed where the restraints had bitten deepest. The compact’s sharp corner was a reassuring weight in the pocket of the borrowed sweatpants George had thrust at me before we fled St. Mary’s like thieves.He hadn’t spoken beyond terse directions since bundling me into the car, Eve’s crumpled annulment paper crushed in his fist before he’d tossed it onto the back seat like toxic waste. Every time

  • Married To The Son Of Sin    Chapter 25: Broken Compact

    The click of the door sealing shut echoed like a tomb closing. Eve stood between me and freedom, the flimsy annulment paper held like a death warrant in her manicured hand. The gold pen glinted under the harsh light, a tiny instrument of my erasure. Thorazine still dragged at my limbs, a leaden anchor in my veins, but the cold point of the compact’s corner digging into my palm was a lifeline – sharp, real, and *mine*."Come now, Lucia," Eve sighed, stepping closer, the scent of Chanel No. 5 cloying and suffocating. She looked down at my feigned stupor with icy amusement. "No more theatrics. Sign the paper, and this unpleasantness ends. A nice, quiet room. Perhaps even a window. Eventually." Her smile was a predator’s bared teeth. "Resist…" She let the threat hang, her gaze flicking meaningfully towards the door where Vargas and his orderlies undoubtedly waited.End her. Now.The thought pulsed with my heartbeat, a primal drumbeat cutting through the chemical fog. But the Thorazine was

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