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CHAPTER 22 — Never Open the Northern Wall
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2026-09-08 07:35:09
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VINCENT'S POVThe pendant is still warm.I hold it up to the grey morning light filtering through my bedroom window. The gold catches the faint light, making the pendant seem almost alive.The eight intersecting lines etched into its surface seem to pulse—or maybe that's just my sleep-deprived mind playing tricks on me. I haven't slept. Not really. Not since my grandfather looked at me like I was a ghost and asked, "Who are you?"That question has been circling in my skull for six hours straight, tearing through everything I thought I knew.My bedroom is exactly as it was when I slept last night—expensive, minimal, and cold. The kind of room that whispers money without ever needing to shout it. Black silk sheets lie tangled at the foot of the bed. My laptop sits closed on the mahogany desk. The carefully controlled world of a boy who thought he had all the answers.I don't think I know anything anymore."The sharpest man I've ever known vanished mid-sentence. That's not amnesia. That'
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AZRAEL'S POVI hit the ground wrong.My knees buckle first, then my shoulder, then my face nearly kisses concrete that smells like rubber and dry dust. The bag slides off my arm and lands somewhere behind me with a thud that sounds embarrassingly loud against a world exploding with noise.Lights everywhere. Colors everywhere. A thousand glowing signs stack on top of each other, all screaming for attention in a language of brightness Veyra has never seen. My ears ring from the noise, and my eyes water from the heat and harsh sunlight. For one full second, I think the portal scrambled my brain, because nothing this loud should exist without magic behind it.But I am wrong. The brightness is not my biggest problem. Not even close.The thoughts hit me before I can even stand. A wall of voices crashes into my mind, with no bodies attached. Dozens of them, all layered on top of each other.Late again.Did I lock the door?Rent's due Friday.Wait, was he there a second ago?Why is he wearing
The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 22 — Never Open the Northern Wall
VINCENT'S POVThe slap comes before I see his hand.My head jerks sideways, my ear ringing and my cheek burning. I taste blood where my teeth cut my lip. The room goes silent. Even my grandfather’s glass stops moving, and the servant stands frozen.Everyone waits for my reaction.For a moment, I give them nothing. I just stand there, jaw tight, the pendant hidden in my closed fist.“Give it to me.” My father holds out his palm, steady, like he's asking for a set of car keys and not something that has drained the color from his face. “Now, Vincent.”“I lost it.” The lie comes out too easily.My father’s eyes narrow. He knows I'm lying. He doesn’t shout. He goes quiet. And with my father, silence is always worse."Where did you lose it?" he asks after a silence long enough to make my pulse climb.I open my mouth to answer, then notice where he’s looking. Not at my face. Not into my eyes, searching for a lie like he always does. His gaze is fixed on my closed fist—the small circle pressi
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THEODORE'S POVThe light doesn't ask twice.It turns toward me, flooding the stone chamber until even my shadow disappears. A strange heat presses against my chest, patient and ancient, as if it has waited centuries for someone foolish enough to bargain with it.Behind me, Azrael's breathing turns quick and shallow. I can feel his fear, sharp and heavy in the air, but I don't look back.I can't.The gate studies me with the cold patience of an executioner choosing where to place the blade."Surrender one precious memory," the voice says again, filling every corner of the room without ever seeming to move its mouth, because it has no mouth. "That is the price for his crossing. Give it, and the demon goes to earth. Keep it, and the demon stays in Veyra."My jaw tightens so hard I taste blood. "That's not a price. That's a robbery."“Your time is running out,” the gate reminds me, and the pressure in my chest tightens.I already know which memory it wants. I knew the second the light tur
The Nun's Lustful Desire CHAPTER 20 — My First Day in Class
ANGEL'S POV"Then why," Vincent asks, his voice low and close, "did you react to a symbol you've supposedly never seen before?"I can't move. My back is against the cold stone wall, but the courtyard has disappeared. The students and sunlight are gone. All I can hear is my own breathing.Vincent's arm is still beside my head, trapping me. Then I notice the frost on his eyelashes, delicate and strange, as if he's been standing in a snowstorm. My palm throbs where the pendant touched it. The cold doesn't fade this time. It creeps slowly up my wrist, toward my elbow, alive beneath my skin.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whisper, but the lie sounds weak even to me.Vincent’s charcoal eyes hold mine, studying my face as though the answer is written somewhere I can't see. “You do,” he says quietly. “You just don’t know how to say it yet.”Before I can answer, the air behind him changes. The courtyard grows colder by the second until even breathing feels dangerous.Vincent stiffe
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