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Chapter 29: The Glass Labyrinth
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Waking up to my sin Chapter 83: The Forger’s Debt (Malakai’s POV)
Midnight in London didn't bring darkness; it brought a filtered, sickly orange haze of light pollution that clung to the low-hanging clouds like a bruise. The city breathed around us—a heavy, mechanical respiration of distant sirens, the hum of the Underground vibrating through the soles of our boots, and the restless energy of eight million people unaware that a war was being fought in their peripheral vision.I led Leona through the labyrinthine alleyways of the East End, a part of the city that the modern glass-and-steel revitalization had forgotten. Here, the brickwork was coated in a century of soot, and the air smelled of stale rain, diesel, and the metallic tang of old industry. We moved with the "Ghost Step," a silent, rhythmic pace that turned us into shadows flickering between the pools of yellow light cast by flickering streetlamps.I watched Leona in the reflections of darkened shop windows. She moved with a predatory grace that made my chest tighten with a mix
Waking up to my sin Chapter 82: The Soho Shadow (Leona’s POV)
The transition from the wild, windswept freedom of the Highlands to the jagged, neon-lit claustrophobia of London was a blur of high-speed adrenaline and silent, suffocating hours in the van. We had ditched the Land Rover in a flooded quarry outside of Leeds—a watery grave for a vehicle that had seen too much blood—switching to a nondescript, armored transit van that Malakai had stashed in a industrial lockup years ago.London didn't feel like the city I had once conquered. It didn't feel like the place where I had carved out a name for myself. Now, it felt like a massive, metallic kill-box.We were currently huddled in a "dead-zone" safehouse in the heart of Soho. It was a basement apartment beneath an old, boarded-up tailor shop on a street that smelled of damp garbage and expensive perfume. The air in the room was thick, a stagnant soup of damp brick, old parchment, and the lingering, spicy heat of three people packed into a space the size of a shipping container.
Waking up to my sin Chapter 81: The Poisoned Chalice (Leona’s POV)
The silence of the Highland morning was a lie, a thin, shimmering veil draped over a world that was screaming for our blood. I stood on the porch of the smoking lodge, the wood beneath my boots still radiating the dying heat of the battle. My rifle felt heavy, an extension of my own weary arm, the barrel still hot enough to hiss as a stray drop of Highland mist landed on the steel.I watched the sun creep over the jagged peaks of the valley, painting the mist in shades of bruised purple and sickly gold. It should have been a beautiful morning—the kind of morning a family celebrates after surviving the impossible.Malakai was standing by the Land Rover, his silhouette tall and imposing against the dawn. He had his hand on Kai’s shoulder, a gesture that was both a shield and a claim. For a fleeting second, his posture had relaxed. The "Master Elias" mask had softened, and I saw the man I had mourned for a decade—a man who thought he had finally won."It’s done, Leona,"
Waking up to my sin Chapter 80: The War of the Roses (Part 2) (Leona’s POV)
I woke up with the weight of Malakai’s arm draped over my waist, a heavy, protective anchor that felt both like a dream and a haunting. For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to keep my eyes closed, breathing in the smell of him—real, solid, and alive. But the silence of the lodge was too perfect. It was the kind of silence that usually preceded a storm.I sat up, sliding out from under the covers. Malakai was awake the second I moved, his gray eyes snapping open with the lethal alertness of a predator that had never truly slept. He didn't say a word; he just watched me, his gaze tracing the lines of my face as if he were still trying to convince himself I wasn't a hallucination."He’s awake," I whispered, nodding toward the main room where Kai had been sleeping.We dressed in silence, the domesticity of the act feeling like a jagged edge. I put on my tactical gear, cinching the holsters tight, while Malakai pulled on a fresh black shirt, hiding the scars that told the sto
Waking up to my sin Chapter 79: The Mountain Path (Malakai’s POV)
The interior of the hijacked SUV smelled of high-grade leather, ozone, and the violent, metallic tang of the blood still drying on my knuckles. I pushed the engine to its absolute limit, the speedometer needle dancing toward 120 mph as the narrow, winding roads of the English countryside blurred into a green-and-gray smear. In the passenger seat, Leona was a statue of lethal grace. She held the Glock 19 in her lap, her eyes fixed on the side mirror, watching for the headlights of the High Council’s secondary response team. She didn't look at me. Not yet. But I could feel the heat radiating off her—a mixture of adrenaline and a cold, simmering fury that I knew would eventually burn me to the bone. In the back seat, there was a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight on my shoulders. I risked a glance in the rearview mirror. Kai was sitting perfectly still, his small hands gripped tightly around the straps of his gear bag. His gray eyes—my eye
Waking up to my sin Chapter 78: The Scent of Cedarwood (Leona’s POV)
The silence in the bakery was no longer the peaceful quiet of a morning’s end; it was the pressurized, heavy stillness that precedes a lightning strike. I stood behind the marble counter, my fingers brushed against the cold, pebbled grip of the Glock 19 hidden beneath a stack of linen napkins. The scent of vanilla was still there, but it was being drowned out by something else—the smell of ozone, of wet asphalt, and the unmistakable, oily pheromone of men who had come to do a job.I watched through the lace curtains as the black SUV glided to the curb. It didn't park; it lurched to a halt, the engine idling with a low, predatory growl. Two men stepped out. They weren't wearing the tactical gear of the Alps; they were dressed in sharp, charcoal Italian suits that cost more than my entire inventory. They looked like bankers, except for the way they fanned out, their eyes scanning the rooftops and the alleyways with a practiced, military sweep."One," I whispered, my thumb fl
Waking up to my sin Chapter 32: The Salt and the Sin
The silence of the fortress was a living thing. In the submarine, the quiet had been a claustrophobic weight, a constant reminder of the tons of ocean pressing against the hull. But here, on the jagged volcanic cliffs of the Azores, the silence was vast and predatory. It was the kind of stillness
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-23Waking up to my sin Chapter 31: The Glass Cage
The trek to the lower hold was silent, but the air between Malakai and me was charged with a new, dark electricity. The revelation in the archive had stripped away the last of my naivety. I wasn't just a woman who had been sold; I was a product of a decades-long conspiracy, and the woman who had "m
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-23Waking up to my sin Chapter 33: The Crimson Horizon
The first night in the fortress didn't bring the peace I expected. Instead, it brought a heavy, restless energy that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the estate. I lay in the center of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, watching the shadows of the clouds chase each ot
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-23Waking up to my sin Chapter 37: The Ghost of London
The transition from the salt-sprayed chaos of the Atlantic to the gray, suffocating fog of London was like moving between two different lifetimes. We didn't fly private—that left a paper trail. We didn't take a yacht—that was too visible. Instead, we spent thirty-six hours on a rusted cargo hauler,
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