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SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 102
Nikolai Volkov The sound of shattered glass was the only thing filling the silence of the manoir.A crystal decanter, once sitting untouched on the bar cart, now lay in a thousand jagged fragments across the floor. I had thrown it with everything I had, my rage spilling out in a burst of destruction I couldn’t contain. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.My fists were clenched, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. My breathing came in short, furious bursts. There was a storm behind my eyes, fierce and relentless, pounding against the walls of my control.She was gone.Alessia.Stolen. Ripped from the place I’d spent years fortifying. From me.The one place I swore she would always be safe had failed her. And I had failed her. The truth of it sat like acid in my gut, burning through every layer of my being.I turned toward the glass coffee table and flipped it with a guttural roar, sending it crashing against the hardwood in a symphony of breaking wood, splintered legs, and scatte
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 101
Alessia Volkov My heart wouldn’t stop racing.It pounded so loud I thought it might burst through my ribs, thumping like a war drum that refused to quiet. Every breath I took was shallow, shaky—useless. My chest tightened with each inhale, as if the air around me was tainted, too thick to breathe. My limbs were numb, yet my senses were on high alert, as if my body hadn’t caught up to the reality my mind already knew.I wasn’t at the manoir anymore.The realization hit with the cruel sting of truth. The cold, rough surface beneath my bare feet wasn’t the polished marble of our home—it was concrete. Stark. Damp. Unforgiving. My robe clung to my skin, light silk that offered no protection against the chill. I wrapped my arms around myself, as much for warmth as for the illusion of control.The last thing I remembered was hiding, crouched behind the second wine cellar wall—where Nikolai had told me to stay. His hands had gripped my arms tightly, his voice low and serious, but his eyes… h
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 100
Nikolai Volkov The ringing in my ears from the gunshots had faded to a low, persistent buzz, but the weight in my chest hadn't eased. Every part of my body was tense, wired for war. Smoke still drifted in thin wisps through the air like phantoms refusing to leave. The coppery scent of blood mingled with the acrid tang of gunpowder, creating a cocktail that clung to my skin, my clothes—my soul. I crouched low near the tall corner window of the east wing, my back pressed against the cool stone. My eyes stayed locked on the shadows moving outside across the manoir’s vast lawn. The golden afternoon light had long since surrendered to dusk, and now everything was bathed in hues of smoke, flame, and chaos. The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path. Figures darted between trees and sculptures, flitting through hedges like wraiths. Muzzle flashes burst like fireflies in the dark—short, brutal flashes of violence, gone as quickly as they came. Some of the shadows I recognized. My
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 99
Nikolai Volkov I took the steps two at a time, my lungs burning as the gravel crunched beneath my shoes. The manoir loomed in the distance, golden and regal beneath the afternoon sun, but the pit in my stomach had already begun to churn. Something was wrong. Something was off.The silence that greeted me as I reached the front doors wasn’t peace—it was *vacuum*. Too still. Too quiet. No staff. No distant hum of conversation or footsteps in the halls. Just a breathless kind of stillness that made the hair on the back of my neck rise.I shoved the door open.“Alessia!” My voice echoed through the empty entryway.Nothing.Panic wrapped around my ribs like a steel band.I moved fast, calling her name again as I checked each room. My steps thundered across the marble floor, but every second without an answer was agony. The grand staircase loomed ahead, and I sprinted up it, two at a time, heart thudding like a war drum in my chest.Our bedroom door was ajar.And that’s where I found her.
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 98
Nikolai Volkov The taste in my mouth was wrong. Bitter. Metallic. Familiar, but not from the night before. This wasn’t the taste of scotch or cigars. It was chemical. Foreign. Intentional.My eyes cracked open to a ceiling I didn’t recognize. High, vaulted. Too ornate. The light filtering through gauzy curtains was sharp, intrusive. Everything around me smelled… expensive. Roses and perfume and something artificial that made my stomach churn.My head was heavy. Too heavy.And the sheets—red silk—were twisted around my legs.A slow, sinking dread spread through my chest.I turned my head, heartbeat thundering in my ears.Sienna McCoy lay naked beside me, her dark hair fanned out across the pillows like some fucking Renaissance painting. One slender arm draped casually across my torso, as if it belonged there.No.No. No. No.I sat up so fast the room tilted. Nausea gripped my stomach. My vision blurred for a second, then sharpened—cruelly. I stared down at the woman beside me. The sce
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 97
Alessia Volkov The sun filtered gently through the large kitchen windows, casting soft, golden stripes across the marble countertops. The air was filled with the comforting scent of cinnamon toast, scrambled eggs laced with herbs, and the faint hint of warm fruit tea wafting from the ceramic pot nestled between us. After weeks of chaos, hospital visits, and emotional warfare, the kitchen finally felt alive again. Cozy. Safe. Almost like home.Stassie sat across from me at the breakfast island, wearing one of Nikolai's oversized hoodies that practically swallowed her whole. Her hair was still a bit wild from sleep, an endearing mess that reminded me she was here, awake, healing. Her cheeks had regained a hint of their usual color, and her eyes—those fierce, clever eyes—were finally bright again."I still can’t believe it," she said around a mouthful of toast, crumbs gathering at the corner of her mouth. "He actually said it. Like, actual words. With feelings."I smirked, sipping from
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