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Chapter 36: The Shadow Tide

作者: Sally Blue
last update 公開日: 2026-02-19 04:55:56

The water was a freezing, ink-black void that threatened to pull the heat from my marrow in seconds. Above us, the island was screaming—the structural groans of a multi-million dollar fortress collapsing under the intense, chemical heat of the phosphorus. White smoke, thick and toxic, billowed out of the cliffside vents, looking like ghostly fingers reaching for the moon. We were floating in the graveyard of our sanctuary, two specks of life in a sea of burning debris.

​Malakai didn't waste a
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    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)

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    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,"

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    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

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    The tunnels grew narrower, the air turning into a suffocating mist of salt and ancient rot. We were miles beneath the cobblestones of Rome, navigating by the flickers of Malakai’s torch and the clandestine beat of our own hearts. ​"Nearly there," Malakai muttered, his hand never leaving mine. His

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  • Waking up to my sin   Chapter 26: The Parasite in the Deep

    The humid air inside the submarine suddenly felt like lead. I stared at the woman cowering among our spoils, and for a moment, the roar of the engines faded into a high-pitched ring in my ears. Betty looked pathetic, her once-expensive fur matted with grease and her eyes darting between Malakai’s w

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    The drive to the outskirts of Rome was a "no joke" blur of speed and silence. Malakai handled the stolen Ducati like it was an extension of his own predatory will, weaving through the midnight traffic with a clinical disregard for anything but our target. ​I clung to his back, the wind whipping my

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