Semua Bab Crave Me,Kill Me: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Darkness spilled across the mansion’s private courtyard, broken only by the soft wash of light from hidden uplights. Rain fell in steady slants, tinkling off black marble, carrying with it the charged promise of violence.Aria emerged onto the terrace, wet coat clinging to her curves, hair plastered to her neck. Every step was deliberate, brimming with purpose. She’d chosen the lion’s den Vale’s off-grid estate and by the time Cassian realized she was here, she’d already met him at the border of his dominion.He emerged from the double doors, custom suit still immaculate, cobalt gaze alight. The way he looked at her, chest tightening with quiet tension, spoke louder than any words: she’d ripped open the sanctuary, and he’d been expecting her.“Cassian.”She didn’t soften. For the first time in days, her voice wasn’t quiet. It was raw.“Why are you here?” His tone was clipped, more ice than steel, a blade held between two lovers.She stepped forward, rain dripping in rivulets across he

The envelope felt heavier than paper should.Aria sat at the edge of the safehouse’s long, low coffee table. Rain ticked softly against the windowpanes like a countdown. Nova stood by the monitor console, arms crossed, one hand resting on the grip of her sidearm. Cassian remained still at the window, his back rigid, spine aligned with the vertical slice of night beyond.No one spoke.Aria flipped the clasp open. Her fingers moved with more certainty than she felt.Inside, a flash drive thin, matte black, labeled only with a red “V.” Beneath it: a set of papers, crisp, cream, printed from somewhere old-world. She skimmed the headers first:Document A: “Emotional Asset Classification – Witness Redaction Order 18-B”Signed: Councilor LennoxDocument B: “Asset Expungement Pathway – Compromised Witness Protocol”Signed: R. Vale (Pre-separation clearance)Document C: Financial trail, multiple shell account deposits to a “Q. Aria,” dated within 24 hours of the murder.Her hand stopped on the

The city didn’t feel like the city anymore.Somehow, in the span of one broadcast and the blink of a corrupted server, Manhattan had shifted from a center of power to a stage of fracture. The streets were still full taxis still honked, news screens still blared but something deeper buzzed underneath it all.Aria could feel it in her spine as she stepped out of the black SUV and onto the marble floor of Vale Corp’s flagship atrium. Cameras tracked her entrance, quiet and clinical. Security didn’t stop her. They wouldn’t dare.Not anymore.Cassian walked at her side in silence. Nova followed at a precise distance, dressed like a weapon disguised as a woman black suit, slim gloves, tablet holstered like a blade.They were here for a meeting.But it wasn’t a negotiation.The Council had summoned her to speak.To explain.To control the bleeding narrative before it hemorrhaged into revolution.“You’re early,” Nova muttered, checking the building’s private feed. “That’ll disarm them.”“I’m

Upload: 3%The screen pulsed behind Lyra, a soft red glow that lit the room like a heart beating in real time.No one moved.Cassian’s gun remained trained on her chest, his stance wide, solid, calm. Nova had slipped left, near the auxiliary panel, running calculations in her head faster than any interface. Aria stood dead center, ten feet from Lyra, not armed at least not visibly.Lyra hadn’t moved from the console. Her hands were still poised over the interface like a pianist waiting to strike a final chord.“You don’t have to do this,” Aria said.“I already am,” Lyra replied. “What you’re asking is whether I’ll stop.”Upload: 4%“Pull the drive,” Nova said sharply. “Now. You can spin it however you want after, but we stop the system first.”“You don’t get to decide what the world should feel,” Cassian added.Lyra’s eyes met his. “And your family did?”He didn’t respond.Aria stepped forward. One pace.“Lyra ”“No,” Lyra cut in. “You want a conversation. I want a reckoning. And this

They reached the Council chambers in under nine minutes.The building wasn’t burning yet. But the sky above it was flickering with the kind of light that promised it might. Floodlamps strobed across the marble steps, painting streaks of white against chaos. Protesters clashed with security lines, some shouting, some silent, others just watching, waiting.But inside Inside was war.Nova led them through the back corridor beneath the council rotunda, her sidearm drawn and sleek, tracking every shadow. Two of Cassian’s private guards followed, weapons high. They’d received the encrypted feed three minutes ago: masked intruders breaching the central chamber, disabling surveillance, moving like they’d been trained inside the system they were now trying to destroy.“They knew the routes,” Nova said, voice tight. “This wasn’t an act of defiance. It was an extraction plan gone violent.”“Who’s the target?” Aria asked.Nova hesitated. “You.”They reached the edge of the main corridor just as