LOGINWhen Maya walks away from Alvarez, she thinks she’s freeing herself from a toxic love. But love doesn’t die easily. Alvarez refuses to let go, torn between rage and longing, while a new man steps into Maya’s life — calm, patient, everything Alvarez never was. Caught between memory and possibility, Maya must face the truth: can broken love be fixed, or is it better left behind?
View MoreEthan’s POV (Hopeful / Open for Book Two) The first light of morning came slowly. It touched the rooftops before it touched the streets. It warmed the stones before it warmed the air. And when it finally reached the courtyard below my window, it caught in Maya’s hair like it had been made for her. She was laughing at something one of the children said something small, something ordinary and I stood there watching her like I hadn’t been starved for peace until this very moment. The city was different now. Not fixed. Not healed. Just breathing again. People walked without looking over their shoulders. The market stalls were being rebuilt one by one. Music returned first softly, on corners like the city remembered joy before it remembered its own walls. It would take time. But we had time now. I stepped outside, and the breeze off the gardens carried the scent of jasmine and stone dust. Maya heard me before I spoke she always did and she turned, her smile soft before she trie
Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-OneMaya’s POVThe river was quieter tonight.Not silent. Just softer. The kind of sound that sits low in the air, like it’s waiting for someone to speak first.The moonlight stretched over the water in a long silver line. I sat at the edge of it, my knees drawn up, my hands resting loosely over them. The grass beneath me was cool and damp, and the breeze kept brushing my hair across my cheek.I didn’t push it back.I just let it move.Ethan stood a short distance behind me at first. I could feel him there before he even made a sound. His presence always came like warmth quiet, steady, unmistakable. It didn’t matter that the night was cold. He made it feel like it wasn’t.He didn’t say anything.And I didn’t either.The silence between us didn’t feel like the kind that needed to be filled. It felt like the kind that knew we had already said too much, lived too much, survived too much.Eventually, he sat down beside me.Not touching.Just close enough tha
Chapter One Hundred and EightyMaya’s POVThe trees were blurring around me as I ran.My breath burned in my chest, each inhale sharp and uneven. The night air was cold and damp, catching against my skin. Branches scraped my arms and legs but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The sound behind me was too close. Heavy steps. Too steady to be accidental.Someone was following.The river’s noise grew louder ahead. Rushing. Angry. I pushed toward it, my lungs tightening the more I forced my legs to keep moving.The ground dipped and I stumbled, catching myself on my hands. Dirt shoved under my nails. My knees stung but I got up again. I didn’t look back. I could feel them behind me. The cold on my neck. The weight of being watched.The water came into view through the trees, black and fast and wide. The river was always loud but tonight it felt louder. Like it knew I was about to reach it.The moonlight hit the surface in broken pieces.I stopped only when my feet reached the mud at the river’s e
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-NineMaya’s POVThe ridge narrowed as we moved, the ground slanting downward on either side. The air felt different here thinner, sharper like the forest itself was holding its breath. The distant rush of the river grew louder, but it was still too far below to see.Sera led the way now, moving carefully across the uneven ground. Arin and Lena followed close behind her, checking every step. Alvarez stayed near the back, his attention shifted not forward but behind us. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.Ethan walked beside me, matching my pace exactly.The trees creaked as the wind pushed through them, and dried leaves whispered along the ground. At first, that was all I heard.Then another sound slipped in beneath it.Soft.Rhythmic.Far.But moving.My steps slowed.Ethan noticed immediately. “What is it?”I haven’t answered yet. I listened harder.The wind. Leaves. Our footsteps.And underneathPadded movement.Fast.Intentional.Not human.Sera stopped






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