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Chapter 114 - Who Bends & Who Breaks

Autor: Kristy Pearson
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(Apollo)

Cael did not breathe. The pause stretched, thin as wire.

Apollo heard the silence behind the door too: Adelaide holding her breath as if breath itself might be a confession.

Apollo felt the tremor through the leash. Felt the truth coil and resist. It was a living resistance. Not a refusal of Apollo. A refusal of himself. Cael is fighting his own want with teeth clenched. Apollo almost admired it. Almost.

“Nothing,” Cael said. A lie shaped like obedience.

Apollo’s smile sharpened. There it was again. The legal precision. The half-truth. The loophole.

“Liar. What did you feel when she wore your cloak?” Apollo’s eyes burned like coals banked too long. He made the words intimate. Dirty. Like the cloak itself was skin. Like the act of lending warmth was a kind of touch.

Cael’s shadows curled tight. “Cold,” he lied again, shame burning under his skin. Even the shadows knew it was untrue.

Apollo felt the lie snag on the leash like cloth on a nail. He straightened, disgust and dar
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