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CHAPTER 94

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Alessia Volkov

The soft golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manoir, casting a warm, amber glow over the cream-colored walls and polished wooden floors. Dust particles danced in the air like fireflies, catching the light as if the house itself was breathing again after holding its breath for weeks.

I sat at Stassie’s bedside, barely moving, barely breathing. Her room was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that had weight, that pressed down on your chest until you couldn’t tell if the ache came from grief or hope. She hadn’t stirred in nearly a month, and still, I sat here almost every morning. Watching. Waiting.

This morning felt different.

It wasn’t anything I could see. It was something I felt. A strange shift in the air—lighter, warmer. As if the house, the world, was holding its breath again, but this time in anticipation rather than fear.

Stassie looked as she always had these past few weeks—pale, still, but somehow serene.
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  • SHADOW OF VOW'S   CHAPTER 95

    Zayn Lancaster The room was quiet now. Not the kind of silence that screamed, but the soft kind—the type that came after a storm. The beeping of the monitors beside Stassie’s bed was the only sound, and yet it was the most important one. Each pulse from the machine reminded me she was still here. Still breathing. Still alive. But God, it was hard to look at her and not feel a gut-deep ache. She was awake. Conscious. Blinking slowly, trying to adjust to the light. And somehow, she still looked like herself—though paler, thinner, worn down from whatever hell Viktor had put her through. But it was her. Her eyes. Her soul. Still there. I stood at the foot of her bed with my hands buried deep in my pockets, heart hammering in my chest like I was about to do something reckless. Alessia and Nikolai had left us alone minutes ago, closing the door behind them to give us some privacy. Privacy I didn’t know what to do with. I’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times over the last month.

  • SHADOW OF VOW'S   CHAPTER 94

    Alessia Volkov The soft golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manoir, casting a warm, amber glow over the cream-colored walls and polished wooden floors. Dust particles danced in the air like fireflies, catching the light as if the house itself was breathing again after holding its breath for weeks.I sat at Stassie’s bedside, barely moving, barely breathing. Her room was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that had weight, that pressed down on your chest until you couldn’t tell if the ache came from grief or hope. She hadn’t stirred in nearly a month, and still, I sat here almost every morning. Watching. Waiting.This morning felt different.It wasn’t anything I could see. It was something I felt. A strange shift in the air—lighter, warmer. As if the house, the world, was holding its breath again, but this time in anticipation rather than fear.Stassie looked as she always had these past few weeks—pale, still, but somehow serene.

  • SHADOW OF VOW'S   CHAPTER 93

    Alessia Volkov The sound of the front doors creaking open echoed through the vast entryway like a gunshot in a chapel. I froze mid-step near the grand staircase, my hand tightening around the bannister, heart stalling in my chest. My first instinct wasn’t relief.It was fear.For a split second—just a heartbeat—I imagined the worst: Viktor’s men, armed and remorseless, slipping through the shadows with silencers and intent to kill. We’d already had one fire. One hospital stay. One too many reminders that the life I lived now wasn’t safe.But then a voice cut through the silence. Low. Rough.“You need stitches. Again.”Zayn.A moment later, I heard the voice that never failed to make my pulse react, even when laced with exhaustion and pain.“I’m fine,” Nikolai muttered.My body finally moved.I stepped off the last stair and walked briskly down the hall. The second I turned the corner and saw them—really saw them—my blood ran cold.Nikolai looked like he’d stepped out of a war zone.H

  • SHADOW OF VOW'S   CHAPTER 92

    Alessia Volkov The manoir was quieter than usual—too quiet. Not the kind of quiet that invited peace or rest, but the kind that made your skin crawl, like the house itself was holding its breath. Every tick of the antique grandfather clock in the hallway sounded louder, more deliberate, like a countdown to something I couldn't name.I was curled up in one of the oversized velvet chairs in the grand salon, a blanket tucked around my legs, but there was no warmth in it. The fire in the hearth had gone out hours ago, and I hadn’t bothered to reignite it. A book lay open in my lap, its spine bent but the pages untouched. I’d read the same sentence at least twenty times without absorbing a single word.My eyes kept darting to the shadows stretching across the walls and ceiling, warping into strange shapes in the low light. I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched, even though I knew I was alone.Well—almost alone.Stassie was asleep in the next room, still under close medical obs

  • SHADOW OF VOW'S   CHAPTER 91

    Nikolai Volkov The warehouse was quiet—too quiet. A heavy, oppressive silence weighed on everything like a shroud, thick and unnatural. I hated that. Silence like this never came without reason. It was the kind that hummed in your bones, that sharpened your instincts and made your trigger finger twitch.Zayn stood to my left, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the half-lit structure as our footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. The overhead lights flickered erratically, casting the occasional buzz and making the shadows dance like phantoms. Pallets stacked with sealed crates surrounded us, forming narrow corridors that we knew by heart. This warehouse had seen countless deals, had housed everything from crates of rifles to top-tier surveillance gear. But tonight, it didn’t feel like the fortress it had always been.Tonight, it felt like a tomb.I adjusted the collar of my black coat, my hand brushing instinctively over the handle of my Glock. A subtle gesture, but Zayn noticed. He

  • SHADOW OF VOW'S   CHAPTER 90

    Alessia Volkov The soft sound of classical music drifted faintly through the manor’s east wing, but it didn’t soothe me. I sat on the edge of the plush chaise lounge in the sunroom, staring through the tall windows as the early morning light poured in, casting golden rays across the marble floor. A steaming cup of untouched tea sat beside me, forgotten.My fingers curled tightly around the sleeves of my cardigan. I couldn’t shake the image of Stassie’s pale face, her body hooked up to machines, her breath shallow, like she was barely clinging to this world. Even though she was here now—safe, away from the hospital Viktor had tried to burn down—the fear still clung to my skin like soot.They had moved her in the dead of night. Zayn and Nikolai hadn’t even waited for dawn. There’d been too many unknowns, too many risks. And after what we learned about Viktor’s reach—after we saw just how far he was willing to go—they weren’t taking chances.And neither was I.“Alessia?”I turned at the

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