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Chapter 431 - Don't Leave Me

مؤلف: Kristy Pearson
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-19 09:40:24

(Cael & Adelaide)

The moment Adelaide stood at the edge of the ancient bed, Cael saw her wonder deepen, as if an unseen thread had tugged at her heart. Her eyes drifted slowly over the chamber: the timber walls, bleached by centuries of sun and licked by curling tongues of rot; the way dust motes hung like suspended stars in the lazy shafts of light; the scattered leather-bound tomes whose cracked spines whispered forgotten secrets; the delicate shawl, its once-vibrant pattern faded to ghostly
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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 433 - The Other Side if the Door

    (Cael & Adelaide) Cael's eyes pleaded with her in a way words never could. "Give me anything." Adelaide’s gaze dropped to their entwined hands, as if searching for answers in the place where their skin met. "I can't tell you everything." "I know." "I don't even understand everything." Silence thickened between them. At last, she drew a slow, steadying breath. Adelaide’s eyes swept the forgotten chamber, wary, as if the shadows themselves might be listening for her confession. "The palace..." she said quietly, "...it's showing me things." "What things?" Cael frowned. She hesitated. "What was." Another pause. "And what could be." His expression tightened further. "The past... And the future." "You said that before." "I know." "So which is it?" She looked up at him, and for the first time since waking, there was genuine uncertainty in her eyes. "I don't know." Those three words landed harder than any explanation could have. "I can’t tell where one end

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 432 - Tell Me Something

    (Cael & Adelaide) "Where did you go?" Cael demanded.A pause. "I don't know." She lifted her gaze. Her eyes held sorrow he could taste on his tongue. “I don’t know where I was,” she whispered. "I..." She frowned, searching for an answer that refused to exist. "I wasn't here." "I know that much." "No." She shook her head slowly. "I mean... I wasn't anywhere that makes sense." He waited. "It was..." Her eyes drifted towards the open balcony doors. "...the past." Another pause. "And the future." "Both?" His brow furrowed. "I think so." "You think?" She gave the smallest helpless laugh. "I don't know what I think anymore." Cael leaned forward, concern etched in every line of his face. “What did you see?” Her heartbeat quickened. Not enough for anyone else to notice. Enough for him to notice though. Her mind slipped helplessly back to the vision, to Apollo's voice. My Aurelia. The impossible tenderness in his eyes. The balcony. The laughter. She remembered

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 431 - Don't Leave Me

    (Cael & Adelaide) The moment Adelaide stood at the edge of the ancient bed, Cael saw her wonder deepen, as if an unseen thread had tugged at her heart. Her eyes drifted slowly over the chamber: the timber walls, bleached by centuries of sun and licked by curling tongues of rot; the way dust motes hung like suspended stars in the lazy shafts of light; the scattered leather-bound tomes whose cracked spines whispered forgotten secrets; the delicate shawl, its once-vibrant pattern faded to ghostly echoes, folded with reverence across the foot of the mattress; and there, half-buried in a thin film of dust, the silver comb, its filigree still gleaming though its owner had vanished long ago. Adelaide’s lips curved in a small, almost disbelieving smile, as though she could still feel the pulse of the woman who’d once laughed beside that bed. Adelaide sank onto the edge of the ancient bed, the wool-stuffed mattress sighing beneath her weight. The springs groaned, a low, intimate sound. Then

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 430 - Who Is She

    (Adelaide)When Adelaide opened her eyes, Apollo was watching her, and the hunger there said it wasn’t over. He kissed her, slow and deep, and the taste of her own fire on his tongue brought back the want in an instant. She kissed him back, clawing at his hair, and felt Cael’s hands spread her legs, cool fingers probing and stroking. Apollo drew a line down her chest with his flaming touch, careful and precise, and this time the heat was sharper, painful, almost, but she loved it. She arched into the fire, moaning. They worked her together, the fire and the cold, the mouths and the hands, until she didn’t know where one demon ended and the other began. She felt her body clench, saw white behind her eyelids, and came apart, writhing between the two bodies, lost to everything but sensation. Apollo held her afterwards with an unexpected tenderness, one broad hand cupping her cheek while his thumb drifted absently through the loose strands of crimson hair that clung to her flushed ski

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 429 - Watch Me

    (Adelaide) “Are you afraid of me?” Cael murmured. The question was rhetorical; he did not wait for an answer. She shook her head, but the truth was more complicated. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, voice low. “You should be.” The words were a caress, a warning, and a promise. Then, with a single, practised motion, Cael undid the second tie on her dress. The fabric gaped, sliding off her shoulder, and the pale skin underneath glowed in the golden twilight. He held the edge of the cloth, not yet stripping it away, but letting the anticipation burn between them. She breathed in, shuddering, and Apollo shifted forward at last, heat and cold fusing in the small space between the three of them. The dress was half off now, one sleeve limp, the rest crumpled at her waist. Cael’s hands hovered above her skin, poised to finish what he’d started, but he waited. The effect was excruciating, and Adelaide found herself silently pleading for him to continue, to do anything but leave h

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 428 - The Hunger

    (Adelaide) “I like you hungry.” She grinned, she couldn’t help it, and dug her nails into the hot skin of his back, feeling the strange give, the almost resilient bounce of it, as though his body was made of something more elemental than flesh. He picked her up, in one motion, as if she were not a grown woman but a doll, and deposited her gently on the bed’s edge. She laughed, shocked at the ease, and lay back, hair splayed out in a halo of red. He loomed over her, and the horns caught the last of the sun before it dropped out of sight. He ran a finger along her jaw, tracing it down the hollow of her throat, over her sternum, until it reached the line of her dress. There he stopped, just at the first hook, and met her gaze as if asking permission, though they both knew it had already been given. “Adelaide,” he said, and the way he pronounced her name made it sound like a spell or a curse. She shivered, feeling every syllable in her chest. He kissed her again, working his wa

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter Twenty-Seven - A Promise of Never

    (Adelaide )The silence after he slammed the door wasn’t silence at all.It throbbed.It rolled through the chamber in suffocating waves, vibrating across the stone walls and humming beneath the floor like something alive. The iron in the door still rang with the echo of his exit, a faint metallic

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter Twenty-Eight - A Doomed Thing

    (Adelaide)“Never,” she hissed. “Never.”Her whole body shook. Something glinted at the far side of the room — tall, dark, framed by heavy curtains. A door. Or something like one.She stumbled toward it, hope burning through her exhaustion. She shoved the curtains aside—A balcony.A view of Hell st

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 163 - Whispered Words

    (Apollo & Adelaide) The throne room did not empty. It bled out, slow and reluctant. It drained, slow as cooling blood. At Apollo’s dismissal, demons scattered like ash caught in a furnace draft. They retreated the way smoke does when cold air invades—slow, unwilling, eyes clinging to the throne,

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter Thirty-Eight - Mortal Flesh

    (Apollo)Smoke trailed behind him as his feet barely touched the ground. The torches flared violently as he passed, reacting to the magic rolling off him in waves. Shadows chased at his heels like hunting hounds, drawn to their master’s rising fury.He burst into the hallway leading to his chambers

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