Semua Bab The Twin Curse: Rebirth Of The Forsaken : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Everything was cold.Dark. Silent.Freya opened her eyes, but all she saw was black. The kind of black that swallowed everything. She couldn’t tell where she was. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing against her chest. Her breath came out in soft puffs, curling in front of her like smoke. It was freezing. She tried to take a step—nothing. Her legs wouldn’t move.Why couldn’t she move?“Lylah?” she called out, her voice shaky. “Lylah, where are you?”Then she saw her.Lylah was lying on the ground a few feet away. Her arms stretched out. Her face pale. Still.“No!” Freya screamed. “Lylah!”She pushed her body forward, tried to run to her, but her feet felt stuck. Like they were trapped in ice. Her arms wouldn’t move either. She struggled. Fought. Nothing.Tears spilled down her cheeks. She reached out, even if she couldn’t move. “Please… please get up...”Suddenly, light broke through the dark. A soft glow, like moonlight. She turned her head slowly.A woman stepped out from the li

Prince Fenrir stepped even closer, and then… he sniffed Lylah.Her heart stopped for a second.“You see,” he mumbled, his voice thick with liquor, “when you came to this palace… it was to help groom my sister. Since she’s never left that room of hers… she has no royal manners. No attitude.”He paused and stared at her, his eyes unfocused but burning with something strange.“I hate how close you are to her,” he said, his breath heavy against her cheek. “It gives me the creeps.”He was drunk. Too drunk.She tried to step back, but before she could move, the bottle in his hand slipped and crashed to the floor. She flinched.Suddenly, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her hard against him. Her body stiffened.“You’re… squeezing me, Fenrir,” she said, stammering, trying to push at his chest. But he didn’t budge. He was too strong.Her hands kept pushing, but it was useless. He was holding her like she belonged to him.That’s when it hit her—this plan… this wasn’t going to

The moment Freya looked away, Vladimiros peeked through the arm that had been resting lazily over his face. His sharp eyes caught hers, and the mischievous glint in them only grew brighter."Tell me, Freya," he drawled, his voice smooth yet filled with an unsettling curiosity. "How long have you been locked up in there?"Freya stiffened at the question. She could feel his gaze like a weight on her, his eyes prying into her soul. She looked at him, her thoughts momentarily clouded by his sudden attention.She stammered, the words coming out in a rushed, breathless whisper, "M-my lord... I've been in there since I was born... I'll say, because I started living in the west wing... all by myself... at a very young age."Vladimiros let out a low chuckle, one that sent a shiver crawling up Freya’s spine. "How sweet," he murmured, as though he found it amusing. He raised himself slightly, propping himself up on his elbow, then gave her a long, almost playful look. "A father keeping his own d