Lahat ng Kabanata ng Demon Law : Lost Isle Book 1 : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

42: Ayame – Sugar and SmokeAyame“Way to get your Lunamin on!” Soko saves me from a moment of embarrassment with a stranger, only to launch me into the immediate and undeniable consequences that will come from my choices.I’m certain that I’m masking the scent of the clothing I’m wearing. More sure that it’s not too terribly different from my usual boy clothes. Regardless, it’s like Yon have a nose for it. “Oh, how was your first time? Who broke you in? When? Where?.....”Soko’s vivacious chipperness is almost enough to numb the lighting flash from Ren’s jealousy rocking through my system. No avoiding it at this point. “It was fine,” more than fine. No need to rub it in though. “A friend who knew how to help me through my first burn.”I guess the cat’s out of the bag, in the whole Consent department, so I might as well just get it all out in the open. Just maybe not all at once. “I was actually on my way home to change, before meeting you in the Hall.”“No, absolutely not! We are not

44: Ayame – A Dance for the LostAyame Just when I was starting to feel okay again, the sun inside me dimmed—smothered by the glowering presence I didn’t need to see to recognize. Not one. Not two. But three dark storm clouds rush through the enchanted space like turbulence. Like the rain you smell before you feel or the storm that has creatures scampering to their burrows.“Heard you went to the training grounds,” It’s a growl. Not a hiss. Not a whisper. A guttural sound from the last one I expected.“It’s illegal to walk now?” I can’t help the fury. That slick and real irritation that wiggles its way through my body like a snake. Only it’s not rage anymore. Not irritation or frustration for knowing how much is under that prickly surface.It’s heat. Raw. Pure. Electric want that will betray me. Betray him. Betray the secret that just looking at Sai, brings an echo of what it felt like to have him inside me, and there’s nothing I want to remember more in the moment, than how he made

47: Hiro - Tomorrow is TodayHiro Sages scorch and damn me.It’s a burn. No, a blister. The type of injury that doesn’t need salt, friction, or even pressure to be a raw festering wound that rips through every layer of tissue.Just air. Just the existence on any part to make you understand how acutely vital it is.I prolonged the trip back to Arnu’s just long enough to see the consequence. Thought that maybe I could buy my way out of my own guilt trip by satisfying their rowdy bellies, with a side benefit of coming home with a coffee and a pastry for Ayame.Instead, I get an even worse gut check. The lance to the bubble that bled my reality. Her at the training grounds. Not the Hall. Not with our Aunt. At Selection.Toeing the line of losing her forever.I said I needed rest. Needed time. But tomorrow is today, and if I don’t figure out how to get her through Assessment it really will be lights out. A severed limb. An essential part of me out there in the world where I can’t see. Can

48: Hiro - Brace For Impact Hiro POVI know it’s a coward's move, but we’re talking about the reason I learned an infinity knot and can’t look at a pair of underwear without flinching here. Dignity is a small price to pay for keeping my anatomy where it’s meant to be.Besides. Women have a hierarchy just like men, and Mom is at the top of that food chain. Period.Considering that she can snap a man’s neck as quickly as she can her fingers or chemically castrate one on a whim. That position is pretty well-founded. Her great second niece and my third cousin, on the other hand, has all the bravado with none of the restraint.Kagarra never needed blood weaves to stop a man’s heart in his chest. She does that by looking at one. If that doesn’t do the trick, there’s always those claw daggers of hers that wind up in the vital points of people who don’t even get to blink before they’re dead.No, Shin are not strictly assassins, but Akuma.You have a better chance of sneezing with your eyes

50: Sinn - Eye of the StormSinneousHow in the actual fuck the Counsel saw me as a solution rather than a monkey wrench in their master plan for world dominance is beyond me.Granted, it was one of the key factors that allowed me to make peace with my position. Only before I realized it was all a bunch of hooey.The only tolerable idea of being exiled to the Last Stop was having a decent fight for the rest of my days. Cleansed doesn’t mean changed. Soldiering is my bread and butter. Blood and bone. I may have a conscience, and know how to apply my need to kill thanks to the Vlads, but that call to battle and itch for a shredding fight never dulled or dimmed.Just found clarity. Gave me point, purpose, and control.Sai joining while Sokin remains to bicker with the other one that looks like he ate a small village makes me shiver a bit. It’s like an unwanted mirror to the past. Well, would be if it weren’t riddled with dark sexual tension. Sai is too much like me—the old me—for comfor