Semua Bab His Regret: Her Rebirth : Bab 91 - Bab 100

XENIA’S POVThe room darkened. The palace itself shivered for a heartbeat as the walls creaked and the torches sputtered. My eyes were burned by the light from the shard. My mind screamed no, but my hands trembled toward it. I wasn't moving. It was the whispering, the pulling, the shard.“Burn to death. burn to death.” "Xenia!" The storm was broken by Rico's voice. I was only a few inches away from the shard when his hand closed around my wrist. Warm against the Architect's icy whisper, his touch was grounding. Instead of walking, the hooded figure glided closer. "Are you sensing it? Are you hungry? The fire won't wait indefinitely. I'll give you control if you choose me. All you love will be consumed by your flames if you disobey me.”The council members shrank back. Reyna’s sword hissed free, but the Architect did not flinch.My chest burned. Not with fear. With something older. Wilder. I wanted to fight. I wanted to burn. But whose fire would it be?I clenched Rico’s hand tighte

XENIA'S POVThe room was on fire. Shadows ripped through stone, flames whipped the air, and I could hear the Architect's voices thundering in my head. Every word that was not spoken came to life, piercing my bones and rekindling every doubt I had ever suppressed. Burn to death. Burn to death. I clutched my chest as I stumbled backward. My own fires flared wildly, as though they were no longer mine. Like moths to a flame, they leaned toward the shard on the table. The shard was the spark, and it wanted to devour me, but I was the fire.I hissed, attempting to control the flames once more. "I am not your property!" However, the pull only grew stronger.Rico's harsh, authoritative voice roared through the room. "Xenia! Stay with me!”I looked at him sharply. His lycan body loomed, its black fur shining with blood and perspiration, its claws dripping with darkness. Anger burned in his emerald eyes, but beneath it was fear. I'm afraid. I wanted to get in touch with him. I wanted to t

XENIA'S POVAfter the fire, the palace seemed smaller. Once-unshakable stone walls now pressed in like a tomb around me. The murmurs followed me everywhere, reverberating even when I was by myself, curling through hallways, and sliding beneath doors. "The chamber was burned by her." "Xenia is no longer here." "The heir of the architect...Until I was barely able to breathe, every word stuck to my skin. Rico put a steady, warm hand on my shoulder, but it wasn't enough. Not against the weight of my inner burden. Inside my veins, the shard had reincarnated rather than died. With each heartbeat, its fire murmured in my blood.I would shatter them if I remained here. Burn them. Verify the accuracy of every muttered fear. So I decided. I said in a raw voice, "I can't stay." It will be worse if I do. For everyone.”Green fire raged in Rico's eyes as it battled the darkness below. His jaw tightened like a rock under stress. "Stop saying that. Don't you dare— "”I'm not inquiring." My t

CATTY'S POVI was thrown back by the explosion. I slammed against the ground, my arms bitten by dust and stone. A high, piercing note rang in my ears, drowning out all other sounds. My lungs were scratched by smoke. I looked for her in the fog. "Xenia!" I screamed her name, my throat burning. The green glow had vanished. It was as if someone had extinguished the light from the shard. However, the man remained. In the smoke, a silhouette. standing. I'm still watching. And Xenia was on her knees, thank God. No longer bright enough to light the road, the fire sputtered feebly from her hands. I coughed up blood as I stumbled forward, dragging myself across broken ground. "Get away from her!"The figure tilted his head. Slowly. Calmly. As though the blast had been nothing but a gust of wind.Then he spoke again, low and certain. “You cannot kill what was built into her bones.”XENIA'S POVI was immobile. Something felt wrong about the fire inside of me. Broken. I had some of it, but

XENIA'S POV The night broke apart. Unrestrained, flame ripped through stone and dirt as it screamed out of me. With flashing blades and blazing green eyes, dozens of the shadows rushed from the treeline in response. Catty was on the move already. Her curses were drowned under the roar of fire as her blade sang, slicing down the first that came our way. However, the survivor remained motionless. All he did was observe. My flames bent toward him, not burning him. As if my fire were iron and his body were lodestone, he pulled. Over the commotion, he yelled, "Stop fighting me." "You'll just burn yourself!" I growled, "I'd rather burn everything than belong to you."CATTY'S POVShe was too intelligent, for crying out loud. Too powerful. Even the stars appeared dim as the fire raged out of her like a storm, consuming the night. And he walked right through it, damn him. My heart thumped. His skin didn't burn, but his cloak did. Around him, the flames danced like devoted dogs. "Xenia