All Chapters of WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ina didn’t flinch.She simply leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over his ear.“Then I’ll burn them all.”Brigs’ body trembled beneath her touch. His vision blurred.And yet—he still smiled.The cry of sirens sliced through night, red and blue lights slicing through darkness. There was a cloud of blood and smoke suspended in the air, tension tight and strained. Vandaulf's hold on Lily's wrist was firm: firm but controlled. "Don't, Lily! Let someone else. Get out of it."Lily did not stir.She stood above Brigs' body, her crimson fingers, her twisting acid. All the pain of it—the years' misery, the pursuit of truth, the battle she had fought so long—hit her with crushing force beneath its choking wave.Helena, still holding the gun in her hand, gulped a ragged breath."Come on, Grandma."Vandaulf waited in the doorway, his voice drawn tight with horror.The lights became brighter and brighter. The sirens approached.Helena did not grumble. She shoved the gun into her greatcoat and t

The sterile antiseptic smell wafting heavy in the air suffocated, seeming poisonous against the moral hurricane seeping into the hospital room. Lily lay stiff in bed, trembling hands clasped over a thin, almost invisible blanket covering her lap. Something had happened within the last few hours, roaming on and on in her mind-hurting, humiliating, and absolutely perplexing. Vandaulf stood by the windowpane, his silhouette cut into the city's soft light. His arms were crossed, muscles knotted with hidden control. The normally serene mask he wore as armor was now broken, and the storm within was revealed. Brenna opened the door, its hinges creaking an ominous sound that indicated its impending death. She furrowed her brows, walked straight past Vandaulf with a quick glance, then made her way straight to Lily. Brenna's feet were stubborn, but they finally moved her closer to Lily.Brenna: "Lily, honey. how are you?"Lily's eyes were glued to the floor, and her voice was so low; it was li

The room's walls, though just too white, made Lily feel like she was spilling shadows into a picture that was never ever going to hold her. The throb behind her eyes was echoed in the slow and steady tick of the clock. The faintest hum of the heater was the only warmth she felt, and even that was at a distance—something recalled.Dr. Anselm sat across from her, crossed legs, notebook shut. He wasn't writing. He wasn't talking. He was waiting. Observing.Lily's fingers tapped the bracelet Helena had left behind—a grounding tool, she'd explained, silver with a red jasper bead for clarity. But clarity never arrived in the way people wanted. Not when your brain was a house haunted by someone else in your skin.She's still here," Lily whispered, a mere sound like the hiss of the heater."Who?" Dr. Anselm drew in a gentle breath, her voice as soft as snowflakes falling."Ina."Fluorescent lights above appeared to quiver, or not quiver, out of the need for a vision spinning on the tip of gras

The rain beating on the hospital window had the cadence of a slowly building bomb, slow and steady and coiled, ready to explode. The lights in the room were only partially on, the weak light of the lamplight sitting beside the bed. Lily was huddled at the edge of the bed, panting at the border, with her wet hands bunched around the thin blanket. She could again sense the presence. Ina.Not in some remote corner of her mind, not like a ghost—no. Ina was near. On her back. Whispers on her nerve endings."You can't erase what you needed to live."The voice curled around her ear, too close. Too close."Lily, Lily—you can't erase me. You are me."No, Lily breathed, staring into the mirror in the next room. Her face met her, but it was wrong. Her eyes—Ina's eyes, no—smiled and not one muscle in her mouth moved."I made you strong," Ina asserted, her voice unyielding. "I protected you when they abandoned you. When they died. When he wedded you and told you it was duty. I was the one who stol

Lily sit up. He looks at her quizzically, but She smile into his eyes, before leaning down to kiss him deeply, sucking gently, sucking his passion and desire into her body, becoming keenly aware of all that he is and all that he wants, and sensing strongly his need for her. They kiss, pushing their tongues against each other, touching each other's soft lips, then pull away a centimeter and let tension between them mount, their warm breath on the other's lips, teasing, bringing us in, until.They kiss again, more passionately, but still slowly, taking it out, enjoying it. Sometimes they are madly passionate and their lovemaking is energetic and ardent. But tonight, She want to slow down, to feel everything strongly. "Hmmm..." She stroke his flat belly, her fingers tickled by the hair around his belly button. He is pulling her to him, kissing her hard and long, and slow, and his hand is sliding down toward her butt. He uses it to pull her toward him, pull her into him, breathing her in