All Chapters of Torin-Shattered: Way Down We Go (Part 1): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

At my words, Torin closed the distance between us, the heat from his body reaching out to me in silent reassurance. His hand brushed mine, firm and grounding, and I felt my pulse spike despite my fear. “He won’t get to you,” he said, but the faint tremor in his voice betrayed him. The Torin who faced down killers and survived unscathed was suddenly human, and for the first time in weeks, I realized I wasn’t alone in my fear.I moved to the window, dragging him with me as my fingers traced the lines of sunlight on the floor. The city below seemed oblivious to the danger we faced, but I could feel the invisible eyes, the sense of being hunted prickling at my neck. “I hate this,” I whispered. “I hate that he can make me feel powerless, like I’m just a pawn on his board.”Torin lifted my chin with one strong hand, forcing my gaze to meet his. His dark eyes, fierce and unwavering, held mine. “You are not powerless,” he said firmly. “Not now. Not ever. That’s why I’m here. That’s why Rook is

The next morning, sunlight spilled into the bedroom, slanting across the floor and casting golden streaks over Torin’s bare chest. He was still asleep, his breathing even, the faint rise and fall of his shoulders hypnotic. I watched him for a moment, heart tightening with an ache I couldn’t name, knowing how close we had come to losing everything.I can’t let him touch me again, I thought, thinking of Lucien, the cousin I had never wanted, the man whose obsession with me had spiraled into a dangerous obsession. Not now. Not ever.Torin stirred, his hand brushing over mine as he opened his eyes, pupils dilated with sleep and something else…desire. He stretched, letting out a low groan that made me bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Morning,” he murmured, voice thick, gravelly with sleep. “Sleep okay?”I slid closer to him, letting the warmth of his body chase the last remnants of fear from the night. “Better than I have in weeks,” I admitted, leaning against him. My lips brushed over hi

~TORIN~The city stretched out before me, dark and restless, but I didn’t see it. My eyes were locked on Marlowe, curled up on the couch in the living room of our temporary safe house. She looked almost impossibly fragile, yet there was a fire in her that refused to be extinguished. I could see it in her jawline, in the set of her shoulders, in the way her eyes tracked me when I moved.I moved to kneel beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Hey,” I murmured, voice low, careful not to startle her. “We need to talk.”She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. “About what?” she asked softly, her voice tentative, like she was testing whether the world was still safe.I gritted my teeth, the anger simmering just beneath my skin. “Lucien,” I said. “He’s not just a threat anymore. He’s planning something, and I don’t know how far he’s willing to go.”Her hand found mine, squeezing it gently. “I know,” she whispered. “I can feel it. But we’ll get through

The streets outside our safe house hummed with the quiet rhythm of the city waking, but the hum was nothing compared to the tension thrumming through my veins. Every shadow, every distant car passing, made me flinch slightly. Lucien was out there. He always was. And he was patient, methodical, dangerous.Torin moved around the room like a coiled predator, checking our perimeter, scanning the windows, listening. I couldn’t help but admire him even in the midst of this anxiety. He was so calm, so steady, so unrelenting in his determination to protect me. It made me want him in ways that had little to do with sex and everything to do with needing him close, needing him alive.“I’ll grab breakfast,” I muttered, trying to distract both of us. “We can’t fight on empty stomachs, right?”Torin’s eyes flicked to me, dark and assessing. “You eat?” he asked dryly, though there was a hint of humor there. “After last night, I thought you’d forgotten food existed.”I rolled my eyes, pressing my lips

The day stretched on, the city’s hum muted behind the thick walls of our safe house. I sat at the small kitchen table, a mug of coffee warming my hands, but I couldn’t taste it. My mind was replaying every detail from the morning: Torin’s intensity, the way he’d claimed me, the raw need in his eyes that had made me shiver. Even now, I could feel the ghost of his touch lingering, a spark that refused to fade.Torin moved around the room like a predator on alert, checking the doors, windows, and even the small, half-hidden vents. I wanted to speak, to tell him to slow down, to let me breathe for just a moment, but I didn’t. I understood…this was his way of protecting me, of asserting control in a world where Lucien’s obsession made everything dangerous.“I hate that he knows so much,” I murmured, voice barely above a whisper, more to myself than anyone else.Torin froze mid-step, glancing over his shoulder with a frown. “He knows enough. Enough to be dangerous. But not enough to touch u