Semua Bab A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Bab 501 - Bab 505

Hectors POVI stormed out of the manor like the place was on fire.My boots pounded against the marble steps, echoing through the night, and my fists were clenched so tightly I could feel my knuckles popping. Leonard and Sevrin trailed behind me, silent for a moment, though I could feel their eyes burning into my back.The cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to douse the heat boiling in my chest. My whole body shook with anger, like my veins were molten. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped until I was at the stone wall bordering the garden. With a guttural roar, I drew my fist back and slammed it into the wall with everything I had. The crack of stone splitting reverberated through the night. Dust rained down, and pain shot up my arm, but I welcomed it. Pain was better than helplessness.“Alpha!” Leonard rushed forward, grabbing my arm. “You’ll break your hand!”“I don’t care!” I snarled, yanking my arm free. I could feel the skin tearing across my knuckles, but I didn’t even

Ivonne’s POVI inhaled slowly, shoved the phone aside, and forced my voice into the iciest tone I could manage.“What do you want, Lincoln?”The door cracked open and, just as I suspected, he stood there. His expression was calm—too calm. That in itself was enough to make me wary. He wasn’t calm by nature. Lincoln thrived on storms, on anger, on fire. But now, he stepped in as though he were just an old friend dropping by.“I brought wine,” he said, holding up a dark bottle. In his other hand, a stack of papers. “And these. Peace offerings.”I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t drink with enemies.”He chuckled. “Enemies? That’s what we are now? No, Ivonne. I think we’re far too entangled for that word.”I crossed my arms, doing everything I could to keep from throwing him right back into the hallway. “Say what you came to say and leave.”“I came,” he said, stepping inside without permission, “to call a truce.”That stopped me cold.“A truce?” I repeated, my voice dripping disbelief.“Yes.” He

Ivonne’s POVMy eyes darted to Lincoln, To Alison then To the faces I barely recognized. Could it have been one of them?Would any of them try again?I shivered violently.“Easy,” Hector’s voice pulled me back. He crouched in front of me, his sharp eyes scanning me like a hawk. “Stay with me, Ivonne. You’re safe now.”I shook my head weakly. “I… can’t—” My voice cracked as another cough tore through me.“You can,” he snapped, but his voice softened at the edges. His hand hovered at my shoulder. “Stay awake. We don’t know if the smoke was poisoned so Don’t you dare close your eyes.”I tried to listen but my body had other plans. The smoke, the panic, the exhaustion—it was all too much and my vision blurred.. then the world tilted.“Ivonne!” His voice sounded far away now, even though he was right in front of me.My last thought before darkness claimed me was bitter, mocking.And once again… he’ll use this against me. Because I didn’t listen to him. Because I refused to move rooms like