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Chapter Twelve: Blood in the Walls
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2025-04-26 07:42:25
Jhumie_writesThis chapter was heavy, emotionally, psychologically, and viscerally. We witnessed the aftermath. The blood. The betrayal. The way Lucien held Emilia like she was the only thing grounding him in a house built on chaos. For once, the monster wasn’t in the violence, it was in the silence, the fear in Emilia’s eyes, the way she flinched at the blood on his sheets. But he didn’t let go. Lucien carried her through the wreckage, past Isla’s corpse, past the shattered pieces of control he’d spent years building. And Emilia? She let him. Because in the middle of hell, his arms were the only place that felt safe. This chapter was about protection, but also realization, for both of them. Lucien can’t be the cold-hearted king he used to be. Not with Emilia in his world. And Emilia? She’s starting to see the man behind the monster… and maybe, just maybe..
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