All Chapters of Court Of Sins And Twilight: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EDINA POVI woke to warmth.Not the kind that seeped from thick blankets or a sunbeam pushing past the curtains—but a gentler kind. The kind that told you it was early morning, that time had passed quietly while you lay cocooned in dreams you could barely remember.Only, I remembered everything.The nightmare. The pain. The scream.And him.Baelorin.Even now, the memory of his arms around me lingered like heat pressed into my skin. I hadn’t imagined it. I knew the way it felt when he held me—too firm, too careful, like he didn’t want to admit he cared. But he did. He’d been there. He'd been here.So why wasn’t he now?I stirred beneath the sheets, blinking as the soft light of dawn filtered into the room, pale and gold. The shadows were long, the air still cool against my skin, but there was a softness in the light that hadn’t been there before. Morning, then.The bed was empty.He hadn’t stayed.I sat up slowly, back pressed against the carved headboard, pulling the sheets around me

MAERWYNN POV"How did your stroll with Luna go?" Valen murmured against my skin, trailing kisses down the length of my bare back. His voice was low, lazy with contentment, each word sending small ripples across my spine as we sat together in the massive, glass-like tub. The water was warm and laced with silky soap, the surface scattered with soft pink petals and steam.We’d abandoned the formal guest quarters and claimed the private suite Aurocen offered us instead. Honestly, I was thankful. My cheeks were sore from how much I’d been smiling today—genuine smiles, sure, but still... exhausting.The people here were gracious. Kind. Warm, even. Dare I say... more receptive than the ones at my own court."It was divine," I said, settling back against his chest, letting his arms fold around me beneath the surface. "Although Luna was highly inquisitive. She studied me like I was some adorable polar bear she'd never seen before."Valen chuckled, the sound deep and warm, vibrating against my

EDINA POVOne step.Then another.My dress moved around me as I descended the stairs, the delicate fabric sweeping the edges of each stone step. Baelorin didn’t look away. Not once. Not even when people began to shift, to notice, to glance in my direction. Staring at my dress, my eyes, all of me.I was halfway down when I heard someone murmur, “Is that her?”I didn’t care.By the time I reached the bottom, Baelorin was waiting, hand extended, his posture like he was expecting me to change my mind.Maybe I should have.But I placed my fingers in his palm.His grip closed around mine—warm, steady, and absolutely maddening.“Glad you finally tossed the wedding dress. You clean up alright,” he said quietly.I raised a brow. “Only alright?”His mouth curved, just barely. “Didn’t want to give you too much credit. Thought it might go to your head.”“Right. And you being dressed like the male version of a thunderstorm isn’t supposed to make people faint?”“Let me know if you feel lightheaded.

EDINA POVFeena wasn’t lying when she said the fae could dance until the stars fell out of the sky.They didn’t tire like we did. Their bodies thrummed with powerful energy, like moonlight caught in motion. It wasn’t just endurance—it was joy, woven into their bones.And I… I danced with them. Twirled, spun, laughed until my ribs ached, cheeks flushed and my legs sore from twirling around strangers and friends alike. For a brief, shining moment, I didn’t feel like someone haunted. I felt alive. Unburdened. Spinning on the edge of something light and dangerous.Now, barefoot with my heels dangling from one hand, I wandered the quiet hallways, the fading melody of the ballroom still echoing behind me like a hum in my bones. My skin was sticky with sweat, my blonde curls clinging to my neck, my head light from too much wine and too much adrenaline.I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me—didn’t feel the presence—until someone stepped into my path.He was tall. Slender, but not delicate. Wh

MAERWYNN POVThe gown shimmered like moonlight spun into silk.I stood before the mirror, breath caught in my throat as I turned slightly, letting the fabric sway around my legs like water. It wasn’t just a dress—it was a declaration. Painted in icy blues and pearlescent whites, touched with gold armor detailing that hugged my ribs and bust like a second skin, it felt both impossibly fragile and fiercely unyielding. The open slits down either leg revealed skin with every step, but the high collar and structured bodice made it regal, powerful. A crown of golden filigree curved around my head like rising sunbeams.For once, I didn’t feel like I was borrowing the look of someone braver.I looked like myself. Or maybe the version I was becoming.And then the door opened.Valen stepped in, his usual stride catching—halting—halfway into the room.His gaze dragged from my feet to my hips, to my bare shoulders and finally to my face. He blinked. Once.Then a low curse. “Fuck.”I arched a brow