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Vladimyr's POVThe Void should not tremble.I mean.. We already swap our lives! Mine and Lucifer’s.It is nothing—emptiness given form, silence stretched across infinity. Yet after centuries of unyielding stillness, the ground beneath me cracked like glass beneath a hammer.Lucifer stopped mid-laugh, his dark mirth severed in half. “Well,” he drawled, though his eyes glinted sharp and uneasy, “..either eternity finally grew bored of us… or someone knocked on the door.”I didn’t answer.I couldn’t.Because I felt it—like fire racing through my veins. The tether I had carved into myself, the one the Void had gnawed at without success, suddenly pulled taut. Hard. A force outside of nothingness yanking me forward.Katie..Her voice. Her blood. Her heart screaming into the dark.“Katie…” My lips shaped her name as though I were breathing for the first time.The Void resisted, dragging claws into me, unwilling to release its prisoner. But bonds are older than laws, older than even this de
Vladimyr's POVSilence.Not the silence of winter nights, when snow muffles the world into hush, nor the silence of a battlefield after the last body falls.No.. it was nothing like that.The Void’s silence was something else—an annihilation of sound, of thought, of self. It pressed into me, seared through me, until I wondered if even my screams reached my own ears. After the battle, when I completely stopped the void from stretching outside to the vampire realm, I immediately tried to open and escape it. Didn't even care to check my wounds or have time to replenish my bloodlust because all I ever wanted to do was to come back to her..Time did not pass here. Or perhaps it passed so slowly that eternity blurred into itself. I could not tell. Days, years, centuries—it all bent and broke into nothingness.And yet, through that nothingness, I clung.I clung to her.Katie.My love..My heart…My only omega.I smiled bitterly at that word. Sebastian kept reminding me back in the days when
Katie’s POVI felt a shadow stretch where none should be. The weight of presence so overwhelming it rooted me where I stood.Every nerve in me screamed, and yet my heart… my heart leapt.Slowly, trembling, I turned.The snow spun down between us in languid swirls, each flake catching the silver light of the moon, slow as if the world itself wanted to savor the moment. My cloak whispered against the ground as I pivoted, my bleeding hand falling uselessly to my side.And there he was.Vladimyr Schultz..He stood just beyond arm’s reach, tall, unyielding, his mixed red eyes fixed on me with the weight of a thousand untold truths.Snow gathered in his dark hair, melted against the sharp lines of his face, traced over the shadow of his mouth that had once whispered promises into the marrow of my being.I just cannot believe my eyes.My chest caved inward, aching. My lips parted, but the sound caught in my throat, swallowed by the silence stretching between us.The world, the castle, the No
Katie's POVThe morning light poured lazily through the tall glass windows of the dining hall, tinting the silver goblets and polished platters with a soft gold sheen. My seat was already occupied—at least in spirit—by the laughter of two troublemakers before I even sat down.Tori and Rori.“Sebastian, you’ve done it again,” Rori groaned dramatically, lifting the silver chalice of blood to his lips. “Smooth, rich, with just the faintest metallic aftertaste. Tell me, did you put herbs in this?”“Herbs?!” Tori nearly choked on her own drink. “You twit, no one seasons blood. That is horrendously disgusting, Rori!”“It’s not disgusting if it tastes better!” Rori shot back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You season meat, don’t you? Why not blood?”Sebastian, ever the picture of quiet composure, bowed politely. “Young Master Rori, I assure you—no herbs. That particular batch came from a stag. Young, healthy. You taste the difference in vitality, not spice.”“Ohhhh,” Rori said, nodding li
Katie’s POV– Five Years LaterSnow. Always snow.The North had not seen a summer in years, but I had learned to live beneath its eternal white. I had even learned to smile in it.The clang of steel rang across the training yard, breaking the still morning air. Victor lunged first, quick as lightning, his twin’s shadow not far behind. They moved in tandem, a dance as familiar as breathing. I had sparred with them enough to know their rhythm—yet I still found myself breathless every time I faced them.These two, seriously…I twisted my body, blade meeting Rori’s with a screech of steel. The impact traveled up my arm, and for the first time in months, I laughed.“Finally awake, Katie?” Victor teased, his grin wolfish, crimson eyes gleaming.Still.. sometimes those grins and eyes feel so familiar but I shrugged it off.“Awake enough to knock that smirk off your face actually.” I shot back, pivoting low. My sword met his shin, but he jumped back just as Tori’s blade came for my ribs.I du
Sebastian's POV Eight months.Eight long, brittle months since our Lord vanished into shadow and silence. Sucked into the void and we have no idea if he still lives.But we hope, we always do. Especially our poor Lady.He only left behind dozens of unanswered questions and the faint ache of a bond severed—or perhaps veiled. I honestly had stopped counting the days, but the weight of each hour pressed against my ribs like stones.And every morning, when I entered the office—the Lord’s office, Vladimyr’s office—I saw her.Lady Katie, the only heart of our master, our anchor. She sat behind the desk that once belonged to him, the tall windows spilling pale northern light across her hair. Always the same: her gaze unfocused, drifting outward toward the snow beyond. And always, by her elbow, the vase with a single withered rose.It has always snowed ever since Lord Vladimyr left.And one confession.. I hated that rose.Not because it was dead, not because it marred the room with its frail








