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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Baptism In Ruin
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The Sound Of Ruin Chapter Forty: One Drop
The fight with Morien ended not in triumph, but in survival. I was smoke and ruin, my body flayed to the bone, every nerve alight with the scorch of sunlight and silence. Yet when I found her—my little ruin—on the ground outside the broken shell of the house, unconscious and still as death, I knew I had not come far enough. Her chest rose faintly, shallow, but her pulse fluttered against the bond like a moth caught in a jar. That fragile rhythm kept me upright.I bent, lifting her with hands that should not have been able to bear weight. My flesh split, ash falling in trails across her hair, but I held her anyway. The warmth of her pressed into my ruinous chest, her scent sharp with blood and exhaustion. Each step back through the city was agony, my body unraveling, shadows my only shelter. But I carried her home.Inside, I laid her upon her bed, drawing the blackout curtains tight until the room belonged only to us. She did not stir. Her lips were parted, throat bruised with Morien’s
The Sound Of Ruin Chapter Thirty-Nine: Frenemy
The sun was a coffin nailed shut around me. I paced the length of her rooms like a beast in a cage, the blackout curtains glowing faintly with light I dared not breach. My skin already blistered from pressing too close to the seams, the reek of ash clinging to me. Yet the bond would not let me rest—it screamed with her panic, her pulse fluttering like a bird caught in a fist.I felt her mistake as surely as if it were my own. The sting of blood hitting ancient sigils, the chamber convulsing in hunger. It rattled through the thread between us, shaking me down to marrow. She had done it again—bled where she should not, fed something that had been starving longer than her line had drawn breath. And my fury burned so hot he seared holes in the dark around me.Her fear bled into me in broken gasps, each exhale torn as though something drank it from her lungs. I threw myself against the door, hands catching fire on the latch. Flesh split, ash rained to the floor, but still I shoved, trying
The Sound Of Ruin Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Hush House
Daylight should have made me feel safe. It didn’t. The world still echoed from the night before—every sound sharp, every heartbeat too loud, every brush of air along my skin like a touch I couldn’t shake.Borrowed senses lingered, threads of Theron still woven through me, and even under the sun I felt the ghost of his presence breathing against my pulse.My thoughts kept circling back, unwilling to leave the memory of what he’d done to me, of how it felt to be filled with him and to feel his hunger layered over my own.Shame tangled with the echo of pleasure until I could hardly tell the difference. The way his blood had lit me alive, the way his voice had unraveled me—those sensations clung to me even now, making the brightness of day feel unreal, like I had left part of myself behind in the dark with him.Every touch the night before had sent shockwaves through my skin, every thrust had been enough to drag me to the edge of release. I was ashamed to admit, even to myself, that if se
The Sound Of Ruin Chapter Thirty-Seven: Baptism In Ruin
The room reeked of us—blood, sweat, salt, and the copper tang of what I had taken from her. The table we’d shattered leaned like a corpse against the wall, jagged and obscene, and now she lay tangled in sheets beside me, throat torn and marked where my mouth had claimed her. Her eyes fixed on the blackout seam as though daylight might seep through and rescue her, though she had locked herself into ruin with me. Shame clung to her breath, but hunger still pulsed beneath it, betraying her. I could hear it—the contradiction that made her body tremble.“I hate that I still want you after what you did,” she whispered, voice raw, as though confession could scour the ache out of her.The words bit deep. I let them pierce. My answer came steady, carved from stone, merciless in its truth: “Hate me. Want me. Only don’t lie to yourself about either.”Her gaze met mine, expecting cruelty, expecting teeth. Instead, I dragged a claw-light touch over the wound at her throat, reverent where moments a
The Sound Of Ruin Chapter Thirty-Six: Blood and Vow
I hadn’t expected him to still be there.The door clicked behind me and dusk came with me, heavy with the weight of a long day. My shoulders ached from carrying more than I admitted, and all I wanted was the small comfort of silence. Instead, the air in my apartment pressed thick, charged, like a storm crouched in the corner waiting.He was there. Exactly where I had left him. Sitting in shadow as though the day had never passed.I stopped in the doorway, my keys still clutched in my hand. The sharp jingle of metal sounded too loud, vulgar in the hush that clung to the room. He turned his head toward me, slow, deliberate, and I felt the weight of his eyes strip away every defense I tried to put on my face.Surprise flared before I could smother it. I hoped the dim light swallowed it, but the faint curve of his mouth told me otherwise. He had seen. He always saw.“You’re still here,” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else.“Yes,” he answered, voice like stone rasping against
The Sound Of Ruin Chapter Thirty-Five: Mortal Exploration
The first thing I felt was heat.Not her body against mine, though memory still clung to me like smoke—her scent in the sheets, the phantom weight of her head against my chest. Not her pulse, which had carried me through the night, steady and taunting, a rhythm I counted until the hours bled thin. This was different—brighter, crueler. It gnawed at the edge of my hand where it had strayed past the curtain.I hissed and snatched back my fingers. Skin blackened and split, the smell of it sharp as iron and seared flesh. Sunlight: a predator older than me, pouring through the seam like molten glass.Too late. I had lingered too long. The night had abandoned me, and now I crouched in a room made dangerous by the very thing she worshipped with her waking.I crouched at the edge of her bed, watching the seam of the curtain burn faint gold, and considered the mathematics of leaving. How far could I make it before fire took me? Could I vault roof to roof fast enough to find shadow? Could I craw
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