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21: AMAYA’S POV
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2026-04-09 04:49:12
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THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 24: BANE’S POV
The report from the kitchen had reached me within ten minutes of the event. Regina had been the one to tell me, a sharp, satisfied smirk on her face as she described the "baptism of fire." Even I was beyond shocked. I didn’t expect that from the fragile, pale-skinned woman that looked like she could be broken by the wind.Still, I felt bad for her.This wasn’t a thing she would do under normal circumstances. Perhaps, the violence I had exposed her to had broken her.Discipline was the backbone of this estate, and while the girls’ tongues were foul, I hadn't expected Amaya to be the one to lash them.She was probably mourning her loss of innocence. I went to her room intending to offer a cold sort of comfort. I pushed the door open, my words already formed. "Princess, I heard about the kitchen. Sofia and Maria will be dealt with and…..” The words died in my throat when my eyes landed on her. She wasn't on the chaise and She wasn't hiding in the shadows either.She was
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 23: AMAYA’S POV
The shadows in my room had grown long and skeletal, but I didn’t mind it much. I was too exhausted to even bother. I hadn't moved from the chaise lounge in hours. I was still wearing the dress I had on in the kitchen but now it had the microscopic red speck of blood on the hem. I couldn't bring myself to touch it, let alone change out of it. It felt like a second skin made of my own shame. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the SNAP of the leather. I saw the way Sofia’s skin had puckered and split and I saw the raw, primal terror in Maria’s eyes. It was the same terror I had carried since the day I met Raul, and since the night he was killed. I had become the thing I hated. I had used a weapon to silence a voice. A soft, rhythmic knock sounded at the door. I didn't answer. I didn't want to see Sofia’s replacement. I didn't want to see the new, sharpened fear in the staff's eyes. "Amaya. Open the door." It was Regina. I didn’t want to see her
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 22: Amaya’s POV
The kitchen was so silent I could hear the frantic, shallow breathing of the two women cowering before us. Sofia’s eyes were darting toward the door, her hands shaking so violently the hem of her apron fluttered. "I... Signora Regina, we didn't... we weren't..." Sofia stammered, her voice thin and reedy. "You weren't what?" Regina stepped forward, her heels clicking like a countdown. "You weren't slandering the woman my brother has placed under his personal protection? You weren't calling a guest of this house a 'hole' for his amusement?" My stomach turned. "Regina, please," I whispered, reaching for her arm. "It’s okay. They were just talking. Let’s just go." I looked at Maria, whose face was twisted in terror. For a second, I felt a wave of pity. I wanted to plead for them, to be the bigger person, to show the mercy I wished had been shown to me. But then, I remembered the guard’s rough hands, the cold steel of his knife. I had been a target of harm and yet t
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 21: AMAYA’S POV
The halls of the Valak estate were usually a vacuum of sound.It was always so very silent.Like it had been designed to swallow the secrets of the men who walked them. But as I rounded the corner near the service entrance to the kitchens, the silence was broken by the sharp, rhythmic clatter of silverware.There was also the little laughter and conversation of unseen voices of the female house staff.I slowed my pace, my hand and ears hovering near the cold stone wall. Usually, the staff fell silent when I approached, their eyes dropping to the floor in a practiced display of the "Bane Protocol." But they didn't hear me this time. The thick velvet rug muffled my footsteps, and the door to the pantry was propped open just enough to let their words leak out."Did you see the ugly dress she wore yesterday?" a voice sneered. I recognized it immediately. It was Sofia. The same girl who had brought me chamomile tea with a look of faux-sympathy. "She thinks she’s a queen because the
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 20: NATHANIEL’S POV
The hotel room in Milan was perfect. I sat by the window, the city lights blurred by a steady, relentless drizzle. My laptop was open, glowing with spreadsheets of shipments and laundered accounts, but my mind was three hundred miles south. There was a sharp, rhythmic knock at the door. I didn't ask that was; I reached for the Beretta on the nightstand. "It’s Luca," a muffled voice said through the wood. I lowered the weapon but didn't put it away. "Enter." The door opened, and one of my most trusted couriers stepped in, his coat slick with rain. He didn't say a word. He simply reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a small, square envelope. It was slightly crumpled at the edges, smelling faintly of the lavender sachets Amaya’s maids favored. "The Little Bird was early today," Luca said, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. He was one of the few who knew of my friendship with Amaya.He knew that if he spoke a word of this to Bane, I would skin him alive. And he
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 19: AMAYA’S POV
The fireplace in my bedroom was never allowed to go out.Which was fine by me for the most part.For some reason, even during the hot afternoons, I still felt chilly. It was probably a psychological issue but that was a different issue. I sat next to the fireplace that Bane had provided, the silk of my sleeves whispering against my thighs. In my hand was a piece of heavy, cream-colored parchment. It felt heavy, just as he had promised. It also felt like a risky secret. “Dear Little Bird,”the letter began. I traced Nathaniel’s handwritten words with my thumb. It was so neat. Almost like he had formal training on Calligraphy.We had agreed on the monikers during the second day of his absence. He was THE GHOST, and I was LITTLE BIRD. It was a childish precaution, a layer of thin glass between us and the crushing weight of the Valak name, but it was the only way we could breathe. Plus, as wonderful as having a friend felt, I knew thatIf a guard intercepted a letter from "Nath
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 18: AMAYA’S POV
The silence of the library was no longer heavy; it felt expectant. I had gone to a corner to feast on my newly acquired books but I could hardly focus on them. My mind kept going back to Nathaniel Valak who was on a different side of the library. At least he was until he found what he was
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 17: AMAYA’S POV
The velvet curtains of my suite were pulled back, allowing the sun to spill across the floor. It’s been a week since the incident with the guard and for the first time I had been brought to this place, I didn’t wake up with the immediate urge to vomit. The weight of everything that happened
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 16: BANE’S POV
The hallway to the East wing felt longer than usual or maybe that was just me dragging my feet.I never would admit this out loud but going to see Amaya made me feel nervous.I have done all that I can to change that and get over whatever was wrong with me when it came to her.However, I fear tha
THE KILLER THAT CLAIMED ME 15: BANE’S POV
The iron door of the holding cell groaned on its hinges, a tortured sound that set the tone for the room beyond. I stepped into the dim, subterranean space. The smell of damp concrete and metallic blood hit me instantly. In the center of the room, strapped to a heavy wooden chair, was the ma
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