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Chapter 71

Jude’s POVThe moment the Obsidian Carriage passed through the Seraphin gates, the weight of the Vampire Veil pressed in harder. This was my domain, carved out of centuries of blood-debts and dominance, yet even here, the air vibrated with tension. The Crimson Court would be watching. They always watched.Xalor was already at my side when I stepped out. His movements were precise, controlled. But I saw it—the flicker in his eyes. He felt it too. The Veil wasn’t dormant tonight."Your apartments have been prepared, my Lord," Xalor said, gesturing toward the northern wing of the stronghold.The fortress walls loomed high, carved with the serpentine insignia of House Seraphin. No banners hung; I didn't need to remind them whose ground they stood upon. The very stone whispered it.As we ascended the staircase, the murmurs of unseen attendants echoed softly. Dusk-servants, bound to the will of House Seraphin, their forms shifting between shadow and flesh. They drifted along the arches, eve

Última actualización : 2025-08-09

Chapter 72

Raymond's POVI immediately observed that the room was extremely quiet.It was not the soothing quiet that you experience on a still country evening, when the trees sway gently and the wind stirs through the cornfields. It was a thick, oppressive quiet, where the air appeared to be breathing. It pushed against my ears until I could hear my own heart. The large hall lay before me, with thin, tall windows admitting thin beams of moonlight that sliced through the air. The stone beneath my feet was illuminated brightly enough to shine on my face—my face, however, did not seem quite right. The shape of the surface made my eyes appear a bit wider, a bit more frightened than I actually was.I swallowed hard. I hurt my throat.The maids were in two rows along the corridor, heads bowed and arranged in line. They did not shift, move, or blink. They seemed like marble statues—if marble could silently breathe, only visible when one was holding breath.They were lovely, but not naturally. They wer

Última actualización : 2025-08-11

Chapter 73

Raymond’s POVThe door shut behind me with a sound too soft for its weight, as though the air swallowed it whole.I wasn’t alone.Xalor stood half a step to my right, near enough for me to feel the edge of his presence but far enough to never touch. He was taller than I remembered—lean and narrow, his build all precision, no wasted bulk. His eyes were pale silver, unblinking, locked on me as if memorizing each movement.Guard. Warden. Both.The servants here didn’t move like those in the hall. They weren’t lined in rows but drifted in slow, deliberate paths, gliding across the polished floor without a sound. Their eyes passed over me in brief glances—never long, but enough to make my skin prickle.Xalor’s voice was low, nearly under his breath.“This way.”Not a request.I went with him. Not because I trusted him, but because standing still meant letting the room press in.We crossed beneath archways carved with twisting vines that seemed to shift when the light caught them, down corr

Última actualización : 2025-08-12

Chapter 74

Jude’s POVPower is best measured in the silence it commands.The chamber was quiet—properly quiet, the kind forged by obedience and reinforced by stone walls older than most of the names whispered in the Veil. It wasn’t the hollow quiet of an empty room; it was the silence that came from knowing no one would dare break it without reason.My desk was a slab of polished blackstone veined with silver, carved from a single block dragged out of the Hollow Mountains centuries ago. The surface was layered with documents—ledgers from my human holdings, sealed scrolls bearing the wax insignias of Houses I both trusted and tolerated, reports from the border provinces about supply lines, troop movements, and the shifting loyalties that came with the Tournament’s approach.My eyes moved from seal to seal, reading not just the words but the intent behind them. In the Veil, language was always coded, and those who didn’t know how to read between the lines never lasted long.Outside my door, the Va

Última actualización : 2025-08-13

Chapter 75

Jude’s POV“What do you mean?” I asked, my tone flat enough to cut glass.Selene’s lips curved, but there was nothing soft in the expression. “I mean the board has been rearranged while you’ve been… busy counting ledgers. And you, Jude, have been moved into play whether you care for the game or not.”“I wasn’t aware I’d agreed to it.”“That’s the beauty of decrees.” His voice was silk pulled taut over steel. “They do not require your consent. Only your compliance… or your forfeiture.”I didn’t speak. Silence was the cleanest blade. Let it hang long enough and your opponent will fill it with their own weapons, often aimed at themselves.Selene leaned forward, steepling his fingers like a mirror to my own earlier posture. “The High Council met two nights ago. You weren’t invited—by design. They decided this year’s Tournament will bear… additional teeth.”I didn’t move.“Any Lord who refuses to participate will be stripped of dominion and title,” Selene went on, his tone deliberate, savo

Última actualización : 2025-08-14

Chapter 76

Jude’s POVThe echo of Selene’s departure lingered in the chamber like the tail of a shadow — not quite gone, but already shifting into memory. The wards pulsed once in acknowledgment of my solitude, their faint silver lines dimming to the low thrum of standing vigilance.I sat very still, because movement, in moments like this, was the enemy. The temptation to pace, to let irritation animate the limbs — that was for lesser Lords, the ones who confused agitation for strategy. I’d learned long ago that stillness starves the ghosts of conversation from settling in your bones.Selene’s words coiled through my thoughts regardless.The decree.The Solstice Grace.The Council’s decision to make absence a crime.It wasn’t a surprise. Nothing that comes from the Council is truly born in the moment — those decrees are spun in the dark over years, fermented in whispered alliances and petty revenges until someone finds the right season to pour the wine. The only question was why now.Selene hadn

Última actualización : 2025-08-15

Chapter 77

Raymond's POVThat room ceased to be a room several days ago.The coffin was laid open — stone was all around it, and damp air with a whiff of incense was descending from on high in the temple. I was aware of a subdued, persistent pulsation of the Veil about me, something which was almost audible, but was not in truth audible.The worst was the mark.It no longer hurt — not like the sharp sting it had when Jude first took me — but it pulsed to the beat of my heart, a clear and reassuring sign that we were joined. The heat crept in waves that changed in tempo and ungainliness. Tonight, it was ungainly.Xalor's shadow was motionless and dark beneath the door. I talked to him once during the second day, expecting he would answer. He didn't utter anything, not even a faint noise — he merely slowly shifted his head my way and stared. That was enough of an answer.I was pacing when the latch turned.A gentle soothing voice was heard, and after that, the large door creaked slowly open. At fi

Última actualización : 2025-08-16

Chapter 78

Chapter 78Jude’s POVEven in its quietest hours, the Veil hummed through its walls like a low, patient heartbeat. Somewhere, a torch guttered. Somewhere else, a pair of voices murmured behind a door. But here, in the upper chambers, the air was still — still enough for me to feel the pull.The mark’s call wasn’t loud, not tonight. It was worse than that. It was subtle, constant, insistent in the way a tide is — slow enough to seem harmless until you realize it has shifted everything under your feet.Raymond’s scent had threaded itself into these rooms the first time he’d been here, and it had never left. It wasn’t the faint musk of fear some mortals carried in my presence; his scent was cleaner, sharper — something that cut through the incense and stone, the faint mineral tang of the mountain air. If I focused, I could taste it in the back of my throat.It was dangerous to think of him here, alone, with no one to break the thread of thought but myself. And yet, here I was, letting th

Última actualización : 2025-08-18

Chapter 79

Raymond’s POVI entered and the door shut hard behind me.Jude looked up, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's in the dark. “Couldn't stay away, little moth?”I waited with bated breath. My heart thumped in my throat. "The Veil shall not be silent."He set the glass down. The thud of it on the table was extremely clear and deliberate. “No. It never does.” His tone was even, but not friendly, and you could register something within you. He indicated the chair across from him, but I didn't rise. The atmosphere around us was stiff, like just before a storm breaks.I remained where I was. "You are always alone here."He flashed an instantaneous look upon his face—perhaps pain, perhaps heaviness of countless years. “Centuries are lonely, Raymond.”How he said my name didn't sit well with me. I should not have enjoyed it. But the Veil was pleased, its whispers becoming loud, urging me closer.I moved another step. “What if I do not want to be alone either?”Jude sighed. His hand drummed on the a

Última actualización : 2025-08-19

Chapter 80

Raymond’s POV“Jude.”My voice came out low, rough, and uncertain. Morning light wasn’t welcome in these chambers, but there was enough of it leaking through the slit window for me to see the chair he sat in, the way his hand rested casually on the armrest as if he hadn’t done what he’d done the night before.He didn’t move. Only his eyes flicked toward me, pale as a blade. “You’re awake.”I swallowed. My skin still hummed with memory. The mark on my neck wasn’t just a mark anymore—it was awake. Every pulse of blood through my veins tugged at it, as though it were listening. As though it wanted.“You left,” I said quietly. I tried to keep accusation out of my tone. It came out anyway.Jude leaned back in the chair. “I had business.” His voice was smooth, practiced. The kind of voice that could hide centuries inside it.Business. As if what we did was nothing but a distraction between ledgers.“Do we… talk about it?” I asked. My throat tightened on the words. I was standing barefoot on

Última actualización : 2025-08-19

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