Semua Bab Torin-Shattered: Way Down We Go (Part 1): Bab 91 - Bab 95

The door to the bedroom crashed open, shaking the very foundation of the house as if hit by a tornado. Sharella’s cackle filled the room---a sound so malicious it sent a chill down my spine.Rook's eyes snapped open, and he threw himself in front of me, his body a wall of protection."You laid with her?" Sharella's voice was like a serpent slithering through the air, each word a deadly venom. "Goddess, you're stupid. Your bond to her will be your downfall, Rook."I looked up at Rook, the horror of what was happening finally registering. "What does she mean?" I whispered, my voice trembling.He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at Sharella, his eyes blazing with a rage that could have set the room on fire. "Get the fuck out of here," he snarled.Sharella's laugh grew louder, echoing through the room. "You think you can protect her?" She stepped closer, the shadows playing across her face. "You, with your pathetic vampire powers and your curse? I'll have her, and you'll watch as I take

The gravity of his revelation hit me like a sledgehammer. If Sharella had already caught wind of what Catriana was, we were in far more trouble than I had ever imagined."So what do we do?" Keeley spoke up, breaking the tension.Reif's smile was grim as he looked at Catriana. "We need to make sure you’re ready for what's coming. And we need to find a way to protect you, without you becoming the very thing we are trying to save you from."~CAT~Days passed, and we all tried to resume our lives as if the battle with Sharella had never happened. Rook and Keeley went about their coven duties, while I threw myself into my training, pushing my powers to their limits. Yet, the tension remained thick in the air, a constant reminder of the secrets we were keeping.Mornings found us pretending that everything was normal, sipping coffee and exchanging pleasantries over breakfast. Reif had somehow managed to charm his way into the coven's good graces, and even though his presence was unnerving,

As the days turned to weeks, I watched Cat grow more powerful, more in control of the darkness that lurked within her. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just playing with fire, dancing closer and closer to the flames without realizing the true extent of their heat.One evening, after a particularly grueling session, I found her sitting in the garden, her eyes distant, lost in thought. I sat beside her, not speaking, just being there.“What are you thinking about?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.Her gaze snapped to me, and for a moment, I saw the girl I’d grown up with, the girl who’d held my heart captive for so long.“I’m thinking about us,” she said softly. “And what we’re going to do when all of this is over. If there’s an us left.”The words hung between us like a question mark, and I knew she was referring to the prophecy, the one that had brought us all together, the one that threatened to tear us apart.“There’s always going to be an us, Cat,” I said firmly