All Chapters of MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The council met before the bells of the morning had even finished their first round.That alone told me how fast the rumors had spread.The chamber was already crowded when I entered, robes rustling, jeweled fingers tapping against the polished oak table, voices pitched just loud enough to be overheard.The air smelled of burnt cedar from the morning fire, but underneath was the sharper scent of unease.Selina came in behind me, uninvited.A murmur rippled through the council members at her presence.I didn’t acknowledge it.“Lord Kael,” Chancellor Torvin began, his voice thin but edged, “we hear there were disturbances along the north wall before dawn.”Disturbances.That was one way to describe enemy scouts testing our defenses.“Scouts from the eastern clans,” I said. “A probing maneuver. They’ve likely withdrawn to regroup.”A councilwoman to my right, Lady Verra, lifted her chin.“And yet, they were close enough to be seen from the wall. Close enough to loose arrows.”Her rings c

The rain had been falling all afternoon, a constant, silver curtain that blurred the city into a watercolor painting.She walked fast, head down, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could hold her own fractured pieces together. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she didn’t dare slow down. The wind was sharp against her wet skin, biting like a warning.She hadn’t packed much, just the essentials she could fit into a single duffel bag. The rest she left behind. Clothes didn’t matter. Photographs didn’t matter. Not when the walls of that house had turned into prison bars and every room smelled of her mother’s anger.Her mother’s voice still rang in her head, sharp, clipped, and relentless.“You’ll never be anything without me.”“You’re wasting your life.”“You think the world cares about your feelings? It doesn’t.”She had learned to stop arguing years ago. Silence was easier. But silence also meant she’d stopped being heard. And now… now she couldn’t breathe in that hou

Kael’s POVThe moment she left the room, silence wrapped around me like an old friend. The air still carried the faint trace of her, something warm, stubborn, and infuriatingly alive. It was maddening, the way her presence lingered, as if she had the audacity to leave parts of herself behind.I leaned back in the chair, fingers curling against the armrest, and let my gaze settle on the door she’d closed. She had walked out, but not away. Not from me. Not really.Most people who stumbled into my orbit had one of two instincts: shrink away, or pretend they could survive the gravity. She did neither. She looked at me like I was both the wall and the knife that could cut through it, and she hadn’t yet decided which mattered more.A mistake on her part. But one I wasn’t in any hurry to correct.I turned my attention to the files on the desk, though the words blurred before I could make sense of them. Numbers, names, territories… all of it meaningless compared to the mental image of her eye

The door clicked shut behind her, and the air shifted. Not just in the way rooms change when someone leaves, but in a way that dug under my skin. She hadn’t looked back, good. If she had, I might’ve said something I couldn’t take back.My eyes lingered on the door anyway. It wasn’t because I didn’t have better things to do, I did. Too many. But they all felt secondary, drowned out by the way she carried herself as if she wasn’t in my world but merely passing through it, untouched by its rules. As if she thought she could walk away and remain unmarked.She couldn’t.I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping once against the armrest before stilling. My control was a habit, a discipline, but it wasn’t foolproof. Not when it came to her. She’d left the faintest trace in the air, something I could almost taste. Most men would’ve called it perfume. I called it a problem.I should’ve dismissed her from my mind right then. Compartmentalize. Close the drawer. Lock it. That’s what I did with e

The door shut behind her with a soft click, but the sound might as well have been a gunshot for how it reverberated through me.Silence poured into the room, thick and absolute, but it wasn’t the kind that soothes, it was the kind that presses against your skull and forces you to hear every thought you’ve been trying to drown.She’d left quickly. Too quickly.As if staying in the same room with me for a second longer would’ve burned her alive.And maybe it would have.I leaned back in my chair, letting my gaze linger on the space she’d occupied. The faintest trace of her scent clung to the air, something warm, maddeningly soft, and infuriatingly out of place in my world. Sweet, but not cloying. Delicate, but stubborn.Like her.I shouldn’t notice these things. I shouldn’t be aware of the way her shoulders tense when she’s about to lie, or the way her eyes dart, left first, then down, when she’s hiding something.But I do.I notice everything about her.And worse, I remember it.A part