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Chapter 121 – Cracks in the Flame

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-02 13:45:52

Theo’s Point of View

I lean against the railing of the southern terrace, letting the night wind press against my skin. The chill doesn’t bother me. It rarely does anymore. Below, the castle breathes in its restless slumber. A few lights flicker in distant windows—watchmen, scribes, or insomniacs haunted by ghosts only they can see.

Somewhere near the main gate, I hear Michael arguing with a guard. Again. Something about “borderline harassment” because he climbed the western wall instead of using the stairs. He’s probably showing off for Sonia, who now walks with less bite and more vulnerability. At least they’re trying. Goddess knows that’s more than I expected from either of them.

But Eva… she’s another story.

The stars tonight feel too still. The silence between them—it’s not peaceful. It’s… waiting.

“She’s slipping,” says a voice inside me, ancient and heavy with unspoken truths.

I don’t flinch . I never do when Aries appears.

His form shimmers into being—half-shadow, half-s
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