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CHAPTER 50 – What Bleeds Will Speak

Author: Sonie
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-17 19:06:39

Kieran’s POV

Waking up with Zoey curled against my side makes the looming uncertainties of the day feel like distant storms on the horizon—still threatening, but not yet here. Her warmth grounds me, a quiet reminder of what matters. For a moment, everything else fades. Just her. Just us.

We get dressed quietly, exchanging soft looks and a few hushed words, and then make our way to the office. There's still unfinished business from last night, and it demands our full attention. Raven and Lucien are already there, waiting. Zoey settles into her seat beside me, her expression calm but alert. We discuss the plan again—clean, deliberate, and necessary. Then, Lily is brought in.

It doesn't take long for things to spiral.

Lily opens her mouth and says something smug, something stupid. The words barely leave her throat before Ragnar surges forward. My vision tints red, and before I know it, my hand is wrapped around hers. She gasps violently as her feet lift off the floor, her throat crus
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