Todos los capítulos de Shadows of the Vow: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

AAtonioni's POV The sun was fully out now, brushing the trees with gold. A few voices murmured in the distance, people packing up, laughing quietly. The air was warm but still fresh, holding the scent of grass and burnt firewood. Birds fluttered lazily overhead. Nothing rushed. Even the trees didn’t move. Not even a breeze. Just stillness.The time was 8:32 am.We were seated on the eastern bench, the one under the fading canopy of Zone 2, where the sun always first kissed the leaves. I don’t know why I picked that exact spot. Maybe because I wanted the light to fall on their faces when I said what I needed to say.Bukky was sipping the last of his ginger tea. Diego had his fingers laced together like a priest, the only time he ever looked calm. Milo had his arms crossed like a soldier with unfinished anger. Matteo? That bastard was already smiling. Like he knew.I placed the chip on the table, my voice low but deliberate. "She couldn’t place the face, but she had the chip. That was

Antonioni's POVI was craving her badly, so I checked her room,m but she wasn't there. I made a mental calculation of where she could possibly be and I moved. Of course, I found her where I expected, by the outer west arch, boots up on a crate, tablet in hand, sipping Bitter Black. Her hair was still damp, tied back. No one moved like her this early.The sky was steel grey beyond the domes. The air still had the chill of night, settling over the Park.I crossed and stood above her. Didn’t speak including straight off. Let her land look up.are “You did well yesterday,” I said.Annabelle smiled slowly, one side first. “Thought you might notice.”“Not just the pitch,” I said. “You worked the lines, got the suppliers in. Food was the best we’ve had since the tenth cycle. No gaps, no delays.”She arched her brow. “You sound surprised.”“Not surprised,” I said, voice low now, stepping in. “Impressed.”I let the edge of my thumb trace her jaw, light, deliberate. “You always deliver.”Her br

Antonioni's POVShe was warm against me when I woke, her back pressed to my chest, my arm draped heavily around her waist. The heat of her body seeped into mine.I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t need to. I could feel her. Small, soft. Mine.The faintest shift of her hips told me she was awake now. The way her breath caught, the ache I knew I’d left in her body would remind her of last night.It had been weeks. Too many damn weeks since we’d had a night like that. The Park had eaten into everything, too many meetings, too many distractions, training too. We’d only had fragments of time. Quick fucks stolen between obligations. Not that. Not the way I’d taken her last night, slow, hard, until there was nothing left in her but the sound of my name.I remembered every moment. How she’d trembled, how she’d begged, how her eyes had darkened when I looked at her like she belonged to me. Because she did.I felt her shift again. A smile tugged at my mouth. I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t need t

Lorenzo's POVThe plane touched down in Sardinia just as the sun melted behind the hills like wax from a broken candle. The sky glowed with a gold so deceptive, it made the bitter weight in my chest feel heavier. Sardinia had never felt this still. I hadn’t stepped foot on this island in years, not since the war with the Eastern cell. But I was back now, drawn by a quiet stirring I couldn't ignore.Scales had called me that morning with a report that Elias II Fantasma—the mystery asset Antonioni was supposedly grooming in secret to mirror my legacy—had finally been traced to a remote mission base just a few miles inland.“Confirmed, boss. He’s the one. Moves just like you, fights like you... Too damn polished to be coincidence.”I hadn’t asked further questions. Just gave the order. “Handle it. No noise.”Scales had nodded. “Understood.”But nothing could have prepared me for the silence that followed that operation.Now, I stood by the olive grove on the edge of a rustic compound—bar

Antonioni's POV My study room was quiet and dark, with only a single desk lamp on.Sora stepped in and placed a flash chip on the desk.I had been told that she requested a private word with me after her test.“To what do I owe this sudden visit?” I asked, raising my head, and eventually landing my gaze on the chip. “This wasn’t part of the brief,” I said, picking it up.“No, sir,” Sora said. “But I saw it. Milo’s name. Something called Project Caligo. A warning… linked to Zino’s missions.”I stared at the chip for a long time. Then put it away.“You never told Matteo?”“No.”“Good. I stood. I like these kinds of secrets. “You’ll say nothing to anyone. This goes beyond you. Beyond me. If it’s true… then we’ve been raising a viper in our nest.”Sora stepped back. “What if I’m being watched now?”I smiled grimly. “Then this moment never happened.”Milo? Betray me?THE AFTERMATHSora was reassigned to internal systems, under the guise of “upgrading surveillance layers.” But really? He w