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Chapter 129-THE CHOICE IN THE YARD.

Penulis: D.Moses
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The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon when Anaïs stepped outside, boots sinking into the wet grass. The cold was sharp, the kind that slid straight into bone, but the air was clean in a way the house no longer was. Behind her, Monteluna stood with its windows dark and its walls holding the last warmth of the night. She didn’t look back for long. The decision was made.

Cassian emerged next, the rifle slung across his back, his breath visible in the chill. He didn’t speak. He never did in these first moments before a move — it was as though words would fracture the concentration holding him taut. Crane came after him, carrying a pack heavier than his frame should allow, the straps cutting into his shoulders. Maris followed last, the drive tucked inside a shockproof case pressed close to her chest, as though she could will it into invincibility.

The child was awake but quiet, her small hands tucked into the pockets of Anaïs’s coat. She had not cried since the exp
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    The barn was cold in the hours before dawn, the kind of cold that seeps into the bones and makes every sound sharper. Breath hung in the air, ghostly and fragile, and the only light came from a thin line of moon slipping through the slats in the walls.Cassian stood just inside the doorway, one hand on the wood, as if holding it in place would keep the world from shifting any further beneath his feet. He could hear the muffled voices from the main house—Maris trying to keep the child calm, Anaïs moving with that deliberate quiet she used when her thoughts were loud.The drive sat on the workbench in front of him. Julien’s drive. The same one that had been the anchor to all of this—the proof, the leverage, the reason for every desperate mile they had run. Crane’s earlier words still echoed: If you open the wrong sequence, you won’t just lose the files—you’ll burn whatever’s left of him.Cassian wasn’t sure if Crane meant “him” literally or as a ghost that lived in the code. Either way,

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 137-TEETH IN THE DARK

    The tires finally bit into solid ground, and Julien didn’t ease off until the river was nothing but a black ribbon behind them. Mud sprayed in heavy arcs, slapping against the sides of the truck. The cab smelled of wet metal, diesel, and rain-soaked clothes.No one spoke for the first mile. The only sound was the hiss of tires over soaked dirt and the steady thump of Anaïs’s pulse in her ears.Cassian was the first to break the silence. “You should’ve let me go out there.”Anaïs kept her gaze on the road ahead. “She wanted me. Sending you would’ve been a waste.”Julien glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “You really think she would’ve let you walk away if she had a choice?”“She did let me walk away,” Anaïs said. “That’s the problem.”Julien shook his head and turned back to the road, the wipers beating a slow rhythm.Cassian leaned back, arms crossed, eyes on the side window. “South’s a trap.”“I know,” Anaïs said.“So we’re cutting east?”Anaïs didn’t answer immediately. She coul

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 136-THE RIVER’S TEETH.

    The rain pressed down hard enough to blur the edges of the world. Water coursed past the doors, tugging at the truck like it wanted to peel it away piece by piece. Julien kept his hands locked on the wheel, shoulders tight, as if force alone could keep the engine alive.Aster didn’t move from the bank. The rain plastered her hair to her face, darkening the coat that clung to her frame. She looked carved from the same black water that surrounded them, solid and inevitable.“She’s waiting for us to come to her,” Cassian said, voice low.“No,” Anaïs answered, eyes narrowing over the rifle sight. “She’s letting us decide how this ends.”Julien shifted again into reverse. The wheels spun, churning up black froth, but the truck didn’t budge. Whatever lay under them wasn’t just blocking — it was holding.“Grid’s hooked into the frame,” Anaïs said. She could feel the truth of it in her bones. “We’re not driving out.”Aster took a step forward into the shallows. The water lapped at her boots,

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 135-INTO THE BLACK WATER.

    The road felt different after Aster vanished. Not quieter ; the rain still beat the roof, the tires still hissed , but heavier. Every turn in the darkness looked like it could hold her. Every shadow carried weight.Julien kept the truck at a cautious crawl, eyes scanning the slick ribbon of road ahead. Cassian rode shotgun, his grip tight on the recovered pistol, thumb resting along the frame. In the back, Anaïs sat with her rifle across her knees, watching the side mirror as if the rain might spit Aster back onto the road behind them.“She’s not gone,” Anaïs said finally.Julien didn’t look away from the road. “You think she’s pacing us?”“I think she’s making sure we know she can. That’s worse.”Cassian didn’t turn his head, but Anaïs saw his jaw tighten. “We could double back. Take the ridge road, come at the pass from the east.”“She’d expect that,” Anaïs said. “She’s counting on us to start running sideways.”Julien exhaled slowly, the sound almost lost under the rain. “Then what

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    The rain didn’t blur her shape.If anything, it sharpened it — the wind snapping her coat, the water streaking over her hair, the slow, deliberate set of her shoulders. Aster didn’t move as the truck rolled closer, its headlights throwing her into a pale silhouette against the dark.Julien braked hard, the tires slipping once before catching. The engine idled, a low growl between them and her.No one spoke. The rain hissed on the hood.Anaïs was the first to unbuckle. She kept her rifle angled low, not wanting to hand Aster a reason to move first. “Stay in the truck,” she said to Cassian without looking at him.“Not happening,” Cassian replied, already opening his door.Julien’s voice was flat. “You both get out there and she’s got you in the same scope.”But Anaïs was already stepping into the downpour.The air was cold enough to bite. Water slid down the back of her neck, soaking the collar of her jacket. Her boots sank half an inch into the mud with every step. She didn’t hurry. Ne

  • Twice His Wife   Chapter 133-THE LEASH.

    The canyon held its silence like a secret. Even the wind seemed to pass it by, skirting the rim instead of slipping down to the floor where they’d made camp. The fire was small, more ember than flame, barely enough to heat the tin of coffee Julien nursed between his hands.Anaïs sat apart from the others, perched on a flat slab of rock near the canyon wall. She’d cleaned her rifle twice already, then her sidearm, then the knife she’d retrieved after the fight. Her fingers weren’t restless; they were disciplined. But every so often, her gaze drifted toward the narrow cut of sky overhead, as if she could read movement there.Cassian walked over quietly. The chain marks on his wrists had gone from raw to bruised, purple shadows in the moonlight. He carried a cup of coffee in one hand, offering it to her.“Julien says we’ll hit the west pass by midmorning,” he said.She took the cup but didn’t drink. “If we’re not intercepted.”Cassian crouched beside her. “You think she’ll follow?”Anaïs

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