All Chapters of Court Of Sins And Twilight: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MAERWYNN POVI can’t make out the words—just the muffled hum of voices behind the door. But I know it’s hard. For both of them. Father and Edina.My hands knot together as I lean against a pillar, trying to stay still, trying to keep the pounding in my chest from echoing down the corridor. I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can still hear her words like a blade to the gut.She said she doesn’t have it in her to care anymore.Not even for me.I brush a tear from my cheek and exhale. At least she still carries something in her heart—Lorcan. That memory, that grief, it’s something. A small piece to anchor her. And maybe, just maybe, a sliver of Father still lingers inside her too.The doors creak open and I straighten.Adrian stands there.His eyes hold no warmth. Just steel and bitterness.“Your boyfriend must be thrilled,” he says flatly. “One of ours—turned fae.”I scoff, stepping forward. “You think anyone wanted this? Valen tried harder than anyone to stop it.”“Oh, sure. The High Lord d

EDINA POV“You’ll love it in the town,” Maerwynn says, trying too hard to sound casual—like this was normal. Like anything was normal.She’s surrounded by her new little clique, her glowing friends and their perfect smiles. Her new sisters.“No, thank you,” I say flatly, my face a blank slate.She steps closer, and for a second, I think she’s going to plead again. Beg, maybe. But instead, she reaches out and brushes her fingers lightly against my cheek.“Your eyes are so pretty,” she says, smiling softly.The words throw me off. Disarm me. Strip away every sharp reply I had lined up like weapons.I blink once. Then take a step back.“I’ll be in my room.”“Father wants to see you,” she calls after me. “One last time before he leaves.”But I’m already halfway down the hallway, tuning her out. Her voice becomes just another sound I don’t care to process.I think of my room—how badly I want to be there—and try to twinkle. But instead, I slam shoulder-first into the wall.A groan slips fro

RHAENAN POVI don’t know what’s happening.But I can’t feel it—the bond.That tether, that sacred thread connecting me to Edina... it’s gone.And yet, my chest still aches when she’s near. My heart still stutters like it remembers something my soul no longer feels.But every time I replay the memory of her falling into that damned broth, my mind blanks. My ribs split with phantom pain, like something inside me was torn loose.Because I felt her leave this world.Felt the bond snap.And then... she rose. Out of the dark, cursed waters. Eyes different. Body changed. But the bond... still gone.I’ve tugged at it, over and over again, searching for the other end like a lost thread in a frayed tapestry. Maybe it was cut. Maybe something deeper broke. But I’ll keep pulling. I’ll keep trying—for the rest of my life—if that’s what it takes to fix it.To fix us.I drift down the hallway, the castle quieter than usual, until I push open the door to the library. The familiar scent of old parchme

EDINA POVI sat at the mirror, brushing through my hair in slow, steady strokes. My lips were pressed into a thin, unyielding line. My expression—unchanged since I’d stepped out of that cursed broth—was a blank canvas painted with exhaustion. Whatever joy I once had… it hadn’t followed me back.The black lace dress clung to my figure, hugging at the bodice before falling loose around my legs. A daring slit carved up one side, slicing all the way to my thigh. I hadn’t chosen it for comfort—it had simply been there, and I hadn’t cared enough to object.When I felt my hair had been combed enough—though that never seemed to make a difference—I set the brush down and let out a deep, weary sigh. My eyes met my own in the mirror. The unfamiliar amethyst gaze. The pointed ears. I didn’t know who she was—this creature looking back at me.I closed my eyes, trying to breathe.And I felt—everything.The flap of birds flying a mile out. The brittle crack of tiny stones tumbling off mountaintops. M

EDINA POV“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, pushing off his chest, though his arms didn’t fully loosen.“You’re welcome,” he replied, that infuriating smirk stretching just a bit wider.I raised a brow, brushing hair out of my face. “Did you just save me again so you could gloat about it?”“Not at all,” he said, voice smooth as satin. “Well—maybe a little.”I shoved at his chest until he let me go, but not without laughing under his breath like this was all some game he’d been winning from the start.I straightened, breathing deeply, trying to collect myself. “Was that you leading me here?”Baelorin shrugged. “Define ‘leading.’”“Did you seriously bait me into chasing you through half the city?”“I call it ‘drawing your attention,’” he said, hands sliding casually into his pockets. “You looked like you needed a little adventure.”I glared at him. “You’re unbelievable.”“And yet, still your favorite,” he murmured.I rolled my eyes and turned away, scanning the road again.