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Chapter Six

作者: Dee
last update 公開日: 2026-09-04 17:10:07

Klaus

Her skin felt like heated silk.

When her shoulder pressed against my palm, a violent surge of electricity tore down my spine, threatening to obliterate every shred of restraint I had spent three years building. My fingers flared instinctively, wrapping around the delicate curve of her shoulder, pulling her an inch closer until her chest was nearly brushing mine.

I could feel her trembling. Not from cold, not from fear, but from the same terrifying, intoxicating fire that was burning me al
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  • The Sentinel's Vow   Chapter Six

    KlausHer skin felt like heated silk.When her shoulder pressed against my palm, a violent surge of electricity tore down my spine, threatening to obliterate every shred of restraint I had spent three years building. My fingers flared instinctively, wrapping around the delicate curve of her shoulder, pulling her an inch closer until her chest was nearly brushing mine.I could feel her trembling. Not from cold, not from fear, but from the same terrifying, intoxicating fire that was burning me alive from the inside out."Anna..." Her name ripped from my throat, dark, ragged, and thick with desire.She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide, her lips parted in a breathless invitation. She tilted her head, exposing the long, delicate line of her throat, the same throat I had wanted to cover in bruises and kisses since the moment I stepped foot into this godforsaken estate."Touch me, Klaus," she whispered, her hands rising to press flat against my ribs, right beneath my shoulder holster. She

  • The Sentinel's Vow   Chapter Five

    KlausI sat in the dark wood armchair, my hands resting flat on my knees, every muscle in my body locked so tight it felt like my bones would snap.In the faint, silver light filtering through the reinforced balcony glass, I watched her bed. She was lying on her side, her dark hair spilled across the white pillowcases, her breathing slowly evening out into sleep.I looked down at my right hand.My palm still burned. The memory of her soft, warm skin beneath that thin scrap of lace was seared into my nerve endings. When I had pressed her against the door, feeling the delicate curve of her waist and the sudden, frantic hitch in her breath, every instinct I possessed had roared to turn her around, lift her onto the nearest surface, and claim every inch of her.I had felt her body react to mine. She hadn't pulled away. She had tilted her head back, offering the sweet, soft expanse of her throat to me like a sacrifice.You're going to get her killed, I warned myself, my jaw grinding until

  • The Sentinel's Vow   Chapter Four

    AnnaBy eight o’clock that evening, my bedroom had been converted into a maximum security cell.Two tactical technicians in unmarked dark gray jumpsuits had spent hours drilling heavy iron deadbolts into my balcony doors, affixing shatterproof, bullet resistant film across every pane of glass, and mounting subtle, low-light thermal cameras over the corners of my ceiling. They worked with silent, practiced efficiency, moving around my velvet armchair and canopy bed as if I were simply an obstacle to navigate.And through it all, Klaus Dominic sat in the dark wood armchair in the far corner of the room, watching everything.He hadn't taken off his suit jacket. He hadn't unbuttoned his collar. He sat with his hands resting flat on his knees, his spine perfectly straight, his dark hazel eyes tracking every drill bit, every screw, every breath I drew. He looked like an apex predator waiting patiently in the tall grass, silent, motioned, and terrifyingly relaxed."Is the surveillance feed w

  • The Sentinel's Vow   Chapter Three

    AnnaThe Mandell estate did not feel like a home. It felt like a mausoleum constructed from imported limestone, double paned ballistic glass, and cold, polished granite.By sunrise, the entire estate was placed on Level Four lockdown. Iron gates that usually stood open were chained shut. Armed guards with visible sidearms patrolled the manicured lawns in pairs, their radios crackling through the damp morning mist. Upstairs in my bedroom, the heavy velvet drapes had been drawn tight, shutting out the grey light of dawn.I paced the length of my hardwood floor, my velvet house slippers making quiet, frantic friction against the rug. I hadn't slept a second. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those narrow slits in the skull mask, dark and bottomless, staring straight through me. I felt the iron vice of his gloved fingers around my wrist, pinning me effortlessly while the world narrowed down to the edge of a blade.A sharp double knock echoed against my bedroom door."Anna," my father’s v

  • The Sentinel's Vow   Chapter Two

    KlausThe rain in the city always tasted like soot and copper.I stood on the roof of the gallery building three blocks down from the Mandell gala, watching the swarm of red and blue police lights cut through the fog below. From this height, the chaos looked small. Pathetic. Like ants scattering after their hill had been kicked.I pulled off my leather gloves, bone by bone, and tucked them into my coat. The encrypted comms unit on my tactical vest chimed twice. A private line.I didn't answer right away. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, struck a match against the damp brick wall, and cupped the flame against the wind. The tip flared amber, illuminating the scars across my knuckles before fading back into the dark.I pressed the receiver behind my ear."Dominic," I said. My voice was a flat, low hum, stripped of the electronic rasp I used during work."Klaus," my handler’s voice cracked through the scrambled frequency. "We just got a high-priority ping from the Mandell network. Cli

  • The Sentinel's Vow   Chapter One

    AnnaThe velvet draped over the private gallery doors did nothing to muffle the heavy bass vibrating from the floor below.Downstairs, Clifford Mandell was holding court. I knew without looking exactly how my father looked at that very second: a glass of twenty-year-old scotch balanced between finger and thumb, his teeth flashing in a politician’s polished grin, surrounded by men who bought laws and sold influence.Upstairs, in the quiet, dim corridor reserved for VIP guests, I stood alone in front of a heavy gilded mirror, tracing the silver embroidery along the bodice of my gown. I hated events like this. I hated the perfume that smelled like artificial jasmine, the clinking of crystal glasses, and most of all, the lingering gaze of men trying to calculate my net worth based on my last name.I leaned closer to the mirror, adjusting the silk ribbon of my lace masquerade mask.A floorboard creaked behind me.I froze, my hand dropping slowly from my face. The gallery hallway was suppos

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