Semua Bab One Night Stand With My Boyfriend’s Twin: Bab 111 - Bab 120

When the Ashes Settle Kieran’s POV The courtyard was a graveyard by dawn. Crows perched on broken beams, pecking at bodies not yet dragged away. Kieran stood in the center, boots planted in the churned mud and blood, watching the last of the fires gutter out along the eastern wall. Selena was somewhere behind him, speaking in low tones with Cassius and the few remaining captains. Every word they spoke sounded muffled, distant, like he was underwater. Priscilla's body lay in the old chapel, covered now with a tattered banner. He'd seen her once, before Selena ordered it hidden. Her face had looked almost peaceful, like she'd finally found the sleep she'd been chasing for years. It made him sick. Made him feel too much , and nothing at all. A runner approached, armor too big for his thin shoulders. He stopped short of the blood-slick stones near Kieran's boots. "My lord , the survivors wait at the gate. They won't enter without your word." Kieran didn't move. "How many?" "Less than fo

BreachKieran's POV The roar of the battering ram was a heartbeat now, steady and merciless. Kieran stood at the inner gate, boots planted in the churned mud that used to be the courtyard garden. The air reeked of oil and burned hair, the stench of flesh too close to the fires. Sparks hissed up every time the ram slammed the iron doors. The old hinges groaned but held , for now.Cassius was at his side, helm dented, face streaked with soot and blood. He spat on the stones and glared at the shuddering door. "If they break through here, it's steel to steel."Kieran didn't glance at him. "And we hold."Around them, the last of the house loyalists braced for impact. Young sons of dead soldiers. Wives with short blades strapped to their thighs. Even a pair of graybeards who had fought under his father's banner now clutched axes with gnarled hands. All that was left. But they were here.Another slam of the ram. The hinges shrieked.Cassius leaned close. "You think Selena's cut them off i

Blood Oath Selena's POV The snow fell before sunrise, soft at first, a hush that blanketed the battered courtyard in ghost-white drifts. Selena stood at the great doors of the keep, arms wrapped around herself as she watched the flakes melt against the stones darkened by old blood. It should have felt like a blessing , the world made clean. But blood always stained deeper than snow could hide.Behind her, the hall was alive with the restless sounds of the wounded and the grieving. The survivors huddled near the hearths, passing cups of broth hand to hand. Children dozed on pallets of old blankets, their sleep fractured by nightmares no one could soothe. It was the same in every corner: eyes searching for faces that would never return, hands still reaching for blades even in sleep.Selena breathed out, watching her breath twist into the winter air. She could feel Kieran behind her before he spoke , the quiet way the shadows shifted when he walked, the cold that always seemed to cl

Wolves in the StormSelena's POV The storm made ghosts of them all. Selena moved through the marsh with her blade drawn, the snow flurrying so thick that shapes drifted in and out of view like memories half-forgotten. The reeds whispered around her ankles, every frozen stalk snapping under her boots like old bones. Somewhere ahead, she heard Cassius's low whistle , the signal that the trap was set.She wiped melted snow from her lashes with the back of her glove, exhaling a breath that fogged in the frigid air. Her fingers were numb where they gripped the hilt of her short blade. She hated this cold, hated how it made her scars ache , the old wound at her ribs from the night Nikolai betrayed them, the faint mark on her wrist from Mitchell's chain. The reminders of what loyalty had cost her.But she was here. And so was Kieran.A figure moved to her left , Elric, bow half-raised, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with snowmelt. He nodded once at her, lips pressed into a thin

Fire in the VeinsSelena' POV The keep's ancient halls carried every sound now , the scrape of boots on stone, the rattle of iron hinges that never quite closed, the soft mutter of soldiers who knew they were more ghosts than men. Selena moved through the corridors like a shadow draped in furs, her fingers brushing the walls that had once felt like home. Now they felt like a cage.She paused at an old door, its surface scarred with blade marks, a memory of some forgotten siege. She remembered standing behind that door when she was barely seventeen, pressing her ear to the wood while Kieran fought to hold the courtyard. He'd come back to her then, covered in someone else's blood, hands shaking as he unlatched the bar. He always came back.A voice echoed from the stairwell , Elric's, sharp and edged with impatience. She turned as he appeared, a bundle of fresh arrows slung across his shoulder, the cut on his cheek still crusted dark under the lantern light."You're up again?" he ask