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Chapter 108 – The Huntress in the Drawer

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
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Eva’s Point of View

I leave Parker in his room, still dazed from our recent brush with death—or whatever version of it that forest arrow was trying to deliver. He’s been quiet since the healing, processing things behind that calm face of his. I get it. Sharing blood changes more than just chemistry.

My room is still the same. Clean. White. Sparse. The kind of space where nothing lingers too long—not dust, not mess, not memories.

I close the door behind me and toe off my boots. The silence wraps around me like a second skin. I walk across the wooden floor and stop in front of the nightstand.

One drawer.

I open it slowly.

There’s a folded handkerchief, an extra hair tie, and an old pen that doesn’t work anymore. I brush them aside and feel the familiar cool metal against my fingertips. I lift it carefully, like it might disappear if I move too fast.

A necklace.

Gold chain, delicate. A single charm—Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

The only piece of my real family I have left.

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    Eva’s Point of View I step into the hallway just as Sonia and Parker appear around the corner. Sonia’s hair is braided to one side, looking far too elegant for dinner in a training compound. Parker… well, he still walks like his ribs remember the arrow. “You clean up well,” I say. “Clean is a strong word,” Parker grumbles. “I found a questionable leaf in my sock.” “That leaf saved your life,” Sonia adds with mock gravity. “You owe it respect.” We make our way to the dining hall, teasing each other like we’ve done this a hundred times. It’s strange, the way this little group has formed around me. Stranger still that it feels… nice. But the moment we step through the double doors, Parker stops dead in his tracks. His eyes widen. His jaw slackens. “Holy sweet mother of God,” he breathes. “I think I died and entered heaven.” I blink. “Ah.” Sonia lets out a bark of laughter. “Did you forget to mention something?” she nudges me. “Apparently,” I mutter, trying—failing—not to smile

  • The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 108 – The Huntress in the Drawer

    Eva’s Point of View I leave Parker in his room, still dazed from our recent brush with death—or whatever version of it that forest arrow was trying to deliver. He’s been quiet since the healing, processing things behind that calm face of his. I get it. Sharing blood changes more than just chemistry. My room is still the same. Clean. White. Sparse. The kind of space where nothing lingers too long—not dust, not mess, not memories. I close the door behind me and toe off my boots. The silence wraps around me like a second skin. I walk across the wooden floor and stop in front of the nightstand. One drawer. I open it slowly. There’s a folded handkerchief, an extra hair tie, and an old pen that doesn’t work anymore. I brush them aside and feel the familiar cool metal against my fingertips. I lift it carefully, like it might disappear if I move too fast. A necklace. Gold chain, delicate. A single charm—Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. The only piece of my real family I have left.

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  • The executioner and the Alpha King   Chapter 105: A Road Watched by Shadows

    Eva’s point of view It’s been a week since Jack vanished. A whole week since we turned the entire Kingdom upside down looking for him, only to find air and silence. No footprints, no scent, no trace. The bastard disappeared like smoke in the wind. We even searched him before locking him in the dungeon—how the hell did he sneak in a relic? And the guard? Gone. Just gone. No signs of struggle, no remains. Just an empty chair and a cold cup of tea. I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase resting by the door. It’s not much—just enough for a few days at the camp. A change of clothes, some emergency runes, and a knife tucked beneath a rolled-up scarf. Theo insisted on packing food. He even slipped in a jar of honey with a note: “In case things get bitter.” Idiot. Today’s the day we escort Selene and the twins to the hidden camp. The plan is simple: travel light, stay unnoticed. Only Parker and Sonia are coming with me. Theo stays behind—he’s the king, and more importantly, t

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