The cathedral seemed to shrink in on itself, the air turning cold and heavy the moment Ethan’s shadow cut across the aisle. The candles flickered as though the very flame feared him. Amara’s breath hitched, her body stiffening against Luca’s hold, her pulse hammering so violently it felt like her ribs might crack under the force of it.Luca’s arms instinctively tightened around her, protective and unyielding, as his eyes locked onto the intruder. He said nothing at first, his jaw hardening, his stance bracing like a shield.“Quite the sight,” Ethan’s voice echoed, smooth yet sharp as a blade. He stepped forward, the heels of his polished shoes striking the marble with cruel precision. His gaze drifted to Amara, lingering on her as though she were a prize he had already won, then flicked to Luca with disdain. “Whispering confessions in God’s house, Amara? How… poetic.”Amara’s nails dug into Luca’s shirt, her whole body trembling as though the ground itself had betrayed her. She opened
The cathedral doors slammed shut with a hollow boom, sealing the three of them inside as though the world itself demanded witness to the unfolding torment. Dust drifted from the rafters, caught in the dim shafts of candlelight, giving the air a suffocating heaviness.Amara’s breath came in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling too quickly, as if every inhale scraped against shattered glass. She clung to Luca’s shirt as though it were her last anchor, but even his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek couldn’t drown out the venom dripping from Ethan’s tongue.“Do you hear it, brother?” Ethan’s voice was steady, sharp, and cruelly calm. “That silence. That’s not the silence of innocence. That’s the silence of guilt gnawing her from the inside.”Luca’s arms tightened around Amara, but his gaze never left Ethan. His jaw clenched so hard it ached, a storm swirling in his dark eyes. “What you call guilt, I call survival. You don’t know what she’s lived through.”“Oh, I know,” Ethan said s
Luca’s chest rose and fell in ragged waves, his pulse drumming in his ears. The silence wasn’t just silence anymore, it was a cage, and Ethan was the one holding the key.“I won’t let you do this,” Luca ground out, his voice rough, fraying with barely contained fury. His fingers tightened around Amara’s wrist, anchoring himself to her trembling form. “You don’t get to twist her into your weapon.”Ethan’s lips curved into that shadow-smile, the kind that never touched his eyes. He leaned just close enough for Luca to feel the chill of his composure.“I didn’t twist her. I only revealed what was already there. Look at her. She had every chance to speak. Every chance to save you from doubt. And yet…” His hand gestured lazily to Amara, silent and weeping. “…she chose not to.”Something snapped inside Luca.The restraint he’d fought to hold onto, gone.His fist shot out, gripping Ethan by the collar of his immaculate suit, slamming him against the marble pillar of the chapel. The hollow thu
The silence inside the chapel grew oppressive, alive, like a predator stalking the three of them. Each candle flickered as if it too were holding its breath.Amara sat between Luca and Ethan, though neither man touched her. It was their words, their presence, that pressed against her, suffocating.Ethan’s voice came first, soft, measured, as though they were discussing scripture.“Do you know why she recoiled from your hand, Luca?” He tilted his head slightly, studying her like a scholar observing a specimen. “Because somewhere deep inside, her body knows the truth. The body always knows. It betrays what the mouth cannot speak.”Luca’s jaw tightened. “You twist everything. She’s exhausted. She’s frightened. Anyone would flinch—”“Anyone?” Ethan cut in smoothly, his dark eyes glinting. “Then why didn’t she flinch when I leaned closer? Why only you?”The words landed like knives. Amara felt them slice into the fragile space between her and Luca. She opened her mouth, desperate to deny i
The chapel doors stayed shut, but Amara felt as though the world had already closed in on her. Every heartbeat ricocheted off the marble walls, every breath scraped like broken glass.Luca’s eyes, wild, desperate, were fixed only on her. Ethan’s, dark, unreadable, watched her with the patience of a predator who already knows the prey is too tired to run.“You think he’ll free you?” Luca’s voice cracked as he jabbed a finger toward Ethan. “He thrives on your ruin. He’ll whisper that you’re strong while tightening the leash. That’s what he does, Amara!”Ethan’s chuckle was low, unhurried. “And yet, she stands closer to me now than to you. Curious, isn’t it?”Amara flinched, realizing it was true. Her body had shifted, imperceptibly, but enough for both men to see. Her betrayal wasn’t in words but in the instinctive lean toward the very danger she should fear.Luca stepped forward, but the movement sent Amara stumbling back. Her hands trembled, palms up as if fending off a blow. “Please,
The silence stretched so tight it was suffocating. Luca’s breath came ragged, his fists trembling at his sides, while Amara’s gaze burned into Ethan’s like a drowning woman staring at the devil offering his hand.“You wanted honesty,” Ethan murmured, his voice low and silken, curling around the edges of her frayed resolve. He stepped closer, not too close, but enough for his shadow to mingle with hers beneath the flickering candlelight. “Here it is. He claims his oath was about me, about fear. But I have never sworn to kill you, Amara. Not once. My sin is obsession, yes, but never death. Tell me, who truly loves you?”Luca lunged, but Amara raised her hand like a command, halting him in his tracks.“Don’t,” she whispered hoarsely. “Don’t you dare move right now.”The broken authority in her tone made Luca freeze. His chest heaved like a man chained to a cliff’s edge, forced to watch the woman he loved inch toward the precipice.Ethan tilted his head, savoring Luca’s torment before ret