Semua Bab MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Bab 91 - Bab 100

We’d only meant to stop for food and supplies, but when the innkeeper at the tiny village halfway up the mountains told us about the secluded natural hot springs in the forest, Kael’s eyes flicked to mine and I already knew what he was thinking.“You’re considering it,” I accused softly.He leaned close enough for his lips to graze my ear. “I’m more than considering it. I’m imagining it in vivid detail.”My cheeks warmed. “You’re ridiculous.”“Ridiculously in love with you,” he corrected, smirking. “Now, do we take this detour, or should I let you suffer the disappointment of missing out?”I groaned. “Fine. But if Edgar follows us….”“Too late!” Edgar announced from Kael’s saddlebag, poking his tiny head out. “I heard the word ‘springs,’ and I’m in. Do they serve snacks?”Kael and I shared a look.This was going to be… interesting.By the time we reached the springs, the sun was slipping behind the mountain peaks, painting the sky in streaks of pink and gold. Steam curled lazily from

KAEL’S POVI woke up with Lyra curled against me, the fire in the cabin reduced to glowing embers, her breath warm against my throat. There was a time when mornings like this felt impossible. When all I knew was waking up to battle plans and blood. Now, I didn’t want to move. Ever.“Kael?” she murmured sleepily, shifting slightly.“I’m here,” I said softly, kissing her hair.She hummed, nestling closer. “Good. I was afraid you’d leave to build another tent without me.”I chuckled, brushing my thumb along her bare shoulder. “That was one time. One disastrous time. You’re never letting me live it down, are you?”“Not a chance,” she teased, her voice muffled against my chest.gods, I could live in this moment forever.Later, we dressed and stepped outside to a crisp mountain morning. The sky was streaked in pink and gold, the air sharp with pine and earth. Lyra shivered, and I wrapped my cloak around her shoulders.“You’re bossy,” she muttered.“You’re freezing,” I shot back.She smirked

KAEL’S POVThe inn stood at the edge of a sleepy meadow, tucked between weeping willows and the kind of quiet only the gods could design. We found it by accident, Lyra insisted we stop instead of pressing on, and for once, I didn’t argue. Her instincts always pulled us where we needed to go. Inside, the air smelled like fresh bread and honeyed tea. A fireplace crackled in the corner, and the walls were painted with fading murals of constellations and mythical beasts. It felt ancient and untouched, like we’d stepped out of time. The innkeeper, a soft-spoken man with kind eyes, gave us a corner room with a balcony facing the stars. I barely had time to drop our bags before Lyra flopped onto the bed with a sigh of pure contentment.“This,” she declared, “is heaven.”I raised a brow. “Bit dramatic.”She rolled onto her stomach, kicking her legs lazily in the air. “Not dramatic. Just aware of my blessings. One of them being this absurdly soft bed. Another being the man who refuses to stop

The Grand Council Chamber of Red Hollow was colder than I remembered. Everything was marble and gold, majestic, beautiful, heartless. Seated around the circular chamber were the twelve members of the High Council, robed in velvet and adorned in ancient sigils that smelled of judgment and power. Their eyes bore into me with layers of curiosity, doubt, and quiet calculation. I stood at the center of the amphitheater, beneath the stained glass moon, unarmed and unsmiling. I refused to bow.Behind me, Kael stood near the exit, tension radiating off him like a storm caged in flesh. Astrid flanked the wall like a silent guardian. Edgar leaned against a column, arms crossed, lips set in a tight scowl, but I stood alone.Again."State your name for the record," one of the Elders said."My name is Lyra.""You are accused of falsifying your identity, consorting with marked enemies of Red Hollow, slaying soldiers of the crown, and hiding the nature of your bloodline. How do you plead?""Not guil

KAEL’S POVThe fire had burned low, throwing golden flickers over her bare shoulder. She was asleep, her crown tucked on the other side of the room, like even it knew not to come between us tonight.Lyra.Queen Lyra, ruler of a realm that once spat her name like a curse. Now they bowed to her. Or at least, they would, because I'd see to it, but this moment? This moment didn’t belong to the realm. It was ours. I watched the rise and fall of her breathing, the way her lashes curled against her cheek, the faintest smear of ash still smudged near her temple. She hadn't let them wash it off. It was the last trace of war, of what we lost to get here. She shifted in her sleep, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. I touched her hand gently.She calmed instantly. gods, she wrecked me. I didn’t know what to do with a love like this, feral and delicate in the same breath. We had been bloodied together, hunted, betrayed, half-broken, and yet somehow, we were still whole when we were wrapped aroun