Semua Bab MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The night’s silence shattered like glass.Blood stained the hem of my coat, and ash clung to the backs of my hands as I stared across the chamber. Kael stood on the far end of the room, his back to me, jaw clenched, the lines of his spine rigid beneath the fabric of his shirt.Something had cracked between us. And I didn’t know if we could fix it this time.“Don’t walk away from me,” I said, my voice hoarse from the ward fire chants and unshed tears.He didn’t turn. “You found it, didn’t you? The dossier Selene tried to burn.”I swallowed, the papers still folded in my palm. “Yes.”“And?”I trembled. “You lied to me.”Kael finally turned around. The Kael I knew, lover, warrior, partner in blood and magic, was nowhere in his eyes. This version was harder. More haunted. “I kept secrets to protect you.”“You worked with the Regent,” I spat. “Before this. You knew about the blood sacrifices. You knew about me.”Kael’s face was carved from regret and fury. “It wasn’t like that.”“But it wa

The chamber roared shut behind us, sealing the vault’s cries like a coffin.I stood in the center of an abandoned sanctuary beneath the old temple ruins, Cassian’s chosen ground for what he called awakening. Light filtered in through broken arches, painting me in fractured gold. The air smelled of crushed lavender, scorched earth, and the scent of magic ready to bleed.Cassian paced in front of me, shirt discarded, revealing inked wards carved into the muscle of his chest, wards not for protection, but for containment.He’d once tried to cage his own darkness.“I won’t lie to you, Lyra,” he said, turning to face me. “This will hurt.”“Good,” I whispered. “I’m done being numb.”His mouth twitched, approval, maybe. He extended a dagger. A ceremonial blade, obsidian and sharp with memories.“Blood is the only key left. Yours. Not Kael’s. Yours alone.”I didn’t hesitate. I took the blade and carved a thin line across my palm. The moment the blood dripped into the runic bowl beneath us, th

I didn’t sleep.Not because I couldn’t, but because I was terrified of what I’d see if I closed my eyes, Kael walking away, Dorian’s face echoing across centuries, the throb in my chest that wasn’t heartbreak... but remembrance.The wind outside howled like it knew what had broken between us. And inside the tower chamber, I sat alone by the fireplace, every flicker of flame mocking the warmth I no longer felt.The door creaked open just after midnight.I didn’t look up. I didn’t need to.Kael’s presence swallowed the air.“I shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.I still didn’t look at him. “But you are.”He crossed the room slowly. “I can’t sleep.”“Join the club.”Silence fell again.“I didn’t mean it,” he finally whispered. “What I said before. About you using me. I was angry. And scared.”I turned to face him. “I was too. Still am.”His eyes searched mine. “Then tell me you don’t feel anything for him. For Dorian.”I opened my mouth but nothing came out.Because I couldn’t.And that

The air felt too still.Kael and I lay tangled in silence, but the quiet wasn't peace.It was warning.I felt it in my veins, in the ache behind my eyes, in the way Selene’s laughter didn’t reach her chest.The Sovereign was gone, yes.But something had taken root in the hollow he left behind.Across the realm, in a chamber of crumbling mirrors and forgotten spells, a little girl stood barefoot in the cold.She blinked once, twice, her pupils swirling silver.She held out her hand.Magic bloomed from her tiny fingers, and the walls obeyed.Not magic taught.Magic remembered.A figure approached from the shadows, face cloaked. “You woke early.”The child tilted her head. “Because she called to me.”“She doesn’t know you exist.”“She will.”The figure knelt, reverent. “What will you become?”The girl smiled.“Her reckoning.”Back in Red Hollow, the ashes had settled. But I hadn’t.Kael sensed it too. He watched me as if waiting for me to break again.But I didn’t.Not because I was stro

Red Hollow's winds no longer whispered, they sang a mournful dirge, sweeping through alleyways and battlements as if mocking the quiet before the storm. Under the pale morning sky, ice like dread crept through the rooftops. Everyone sensed the tension. Even the wards hummed with apprehension, pulsing under feet braced for betrayal.Kael didn’t speak. Not to me. Not to the council. Not to anyone after the mirror’s revelations. He carried distance like armor now, and silence like a blade. I watched him, across the table, in the hallways, in his deafening absence, broken and hollowed by the daughter we never knew we created.It had been days since Cyria vanished into shadow after the confrontation in the Mirror Hall. Classics of prophecy said you couldn’t run from fate, but I wondered if we could outrun ourselves.In our bedchamber, Kael sat on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up to expose the sigils carved into his forearms, etched during the sealing ritual. His shoulders were slumpe