Semua Bab A Baby For My Professor : Bab 91 - Bab 100

CLARISSA The hum of the car was the only sound between us. Jaxon's hand gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles pale. But his gaze kept flicking toward me."You've barely said a word since we left the meeting," he said.I stared out the window, gazing at the orange sky. "I didn't want to say anything until I was sure I wasn't hallucinating.""Clarissa." His voice turned firm. "Talk to me."So I did.I told him about the voice in my head. The way it called me Evie and the way it had begged for help.Jaxon didn't interrupt. Not once.When I finished, I let the silence fall between us again.Then he reached over and rested his hand on my knee."You won't do this alone," he said, his gaze fixed on the road. "Not now. Not ever. We fight this together."Emotions clogged my throat.I reached over and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze. "You're too good for me.""No," he said without missing a beat, flashing me a small, sideways grin. "I'm exactly what you deserve."Gods, I loved him.I

CLARISSA I could feel Jaxon's trembling hands on my shoulders, holding on to me and anchoring me to this world when I was seconds from vanishing into the one inside my mind.I had nearly drowned in that illusion. But his voice had cut right through it and snapped me out of it. But what I hadn't expected was the next words that he uttered."Marry me."I wasn't even sure I had heard it right at first.The chamber was still trembling with magic, and dust was swirling in slow, unnatural spirals in the air. Zion was hunched beside us, his breathing ragged, his eyes wet and unfocused now. But all I could see was Jaxon.He was kneeling in front of me, his eyes red-rimmed and raw.For a second, I couldn't speak. The words wouldn't come."Jaxon," I breathed, his name trembling from my lips.He didn't back down."Clarissa," he said in a hoarse voice. "I don't know if we will make it out of here. I don't know if I will win this war inside me. But I know this. I love you. I've loved you

JAXON The morning light seeped in through the frostbitten windows, illuminating the living room. My fingers twitched at my sides as I stared at the paper stretched across the coffee table glistening with the ink I'd used to translate the scroll.“You’re saying you were able to read it the moment you opened the scroll?” Clarissa asked, and I nodded.Giving me a smile, she picked up the paper and read its contents aloud.“To sever the power of the hollow king, one must willingly bind their soul to the entity, allowing it to be drawn into mortal flesh. From there, the anchor must wield their power to cast it into the Void."She let out an exhale. And then she said it."I'll do it."I blinked slowly, in disbelief."What?" I asked in a low voice.She met my gaze. "It has to be done. I can hold him. I can draw it in. I can survive it."Her statement hit me like a fucking freight train.No.No. No. No.I slammed my hand into the wall. The sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot

CLARISSA The blade was still inside me, and I couldn't scream anymore. I coughed up blood, pain shooting through my chest. The whole place tilted, and I collapsed to the ground. The cold seeped into my lungs, numbing the fire in my blood, slowly stealing the strength from my limbs as well as my consciousness.Zion's face hovered over mine while my version blurred at the edges.I reached for him, my fingers trembling. "Don't—" I tried. But the word didn't make it past my lips.And then... everything fell away into darkness. At first, everything was bleak and empty, but then I saw him.It wasn't the man I loved now but the boy he used to be. He could be fifteen, maybe sixteen. He stood at the edge of a crowd, watching the others train, his shoulders set in rigid defiance. He waited for someone to offer him a place among them. But they didn't.Only then did I realize I'd been sucked into Jaxon's consciousness.They kept their distance, watching him with eyes that spoke volumes of h

JAXON The world outside was blanketed in snow. Thick snow flakes fell in slow spirals, coating the pines in white. Inside the house, the fireplace crackled low. I stood near the window, both hands wrapped around a steaming mug of chocolate. Clarissa made it earlier. She said it was tradition. It tasted so good. The warmth from the cup soaked into my palms, and I stared down at it as if it held answers. Stefan was gone. The Hollow King was defeated. Zion... my son—gods, my son—was finally safe. We were free in every way we never thought we could be. And still, I didn't know what to do with the quiet. I didn’t know how to let go of the war in my chest. I heard her footsteps before I felt her. Clarissa's arms slid around my waist from behind, and her cheek pressed to my back. I went still, just for a second, appreciating her warmth. "You're quiet," she murmured. Her voice was softer now. "Everything okay?" I set the mug down and placed my hands over hers. "I don't know h