Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Regret: Her Rebirth : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

THE CASEXENIA’S POVThere was silence in the room. Not the reassuring silence, but the kind that clings to your skin and amplifies your heartbeat. As though the weight of the chains didn't matter, the courier sat shackled in the far corner, his eyes half closed. With her hand always by her sword, Reyna stood close to him, alert as a hawk. Elric folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the case on the table. When the unknown sat so close to us, Rico paced the floor restlessly, as though his body could not stand still. And I—I sat with the case in front of me.It weighed more than I anticipated. Even after carrying it here, the smooth, black metal felt cold against my palms. The lock was unusual; it wasn't just a latch or keyhole. It was made in three sections: a line, a triangle, and a circle. The architect's mark. It was a design that whispered, "This was always mine." I didn't want to touch it once more. But I had to. RICO'S POVShe gazed at it for too lon

THE SHARD’S VISIONXENIA’S POVI couldn't get the shard off me. I could still hear its hum in the air after I put it back in the case and shut the lid, like a heartbeat that wasn't in sync with mine. I didn't hear any of the arguments the others had about what it meant, whether it was illusion or truth, danger or trap. I was still thinking about the moment I believed I had been completely alone on the night of my death, inside that flicker of glass. I wasn't by myself. There had been a visitor. observing. Quiet. Be patient. The architect. And how many more times had they stood in the shadows of my life if they had been there once?REYNA'S POVBefore daybreak, we left the ruins. We didn't want to be there any longer than absolutely necessary. The air was heavy and thick, as if the stones themselves were angry at us. Xenia silently held the case in her lap while she stared off into space. Elric rode forward, listening intently to every tree rustle. I was afraid Rico might break h

Shards of TomorrowXENIA’S POVThere was never any sleep. As persistent as my own heartbeat, the shard's words continued to burn in the back of my mind. A crimson cloak pulled around me like armour as I dressed in silence as dawn broke over the palace walls. I didn't want to look at Rico, even though I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I was afraid that if I did, people would feel sorry for me or, worse, doubt me. "Xenia." He spoke in a low, cautious tone, as if I might be broken by the wrong tone. I stopped and tightened the clasp around my throat. "Don't," I muttered. "Don't what?" "Don't act as though I'm already on fire." No argument could overpower the ensuing silence.RICO’S POVI wanted to tell her she was wrong. That I didn’t see fire, or ruin, or prophecy when I looked at her.I only saw the woman who haunted me even in sleep.But the shard had sunk its claws into both of us, and my tongue felt heavy with fear.She left the chamber without another word, the cr

FracturesXENIA’S POVI was still gripped by the fire. It was like embers waiting to roar back to life beneath my skin. However, I wasn't haunted by the fire. Rico's eyes were the source. He had faced death and fought a hundred battles, but I had never seen him look at me the way he did after I had burned those wolves. Like I was a stranger. Like I was something to be afraid of. I therefore didn’t recoil when he cornered me in the war room that evening. I looked him in the eye. I muttered, "Say it." He clenched his jaw. "What do you say?" "That you believe I'm becoming like them." No accusation was worse than his silence.RICO'S POV I was pierced by her silver eyes. She demanded the truth, not just wanted it. The thing that gnawed at me the most was that I was unable to console her, especially after I had a mental image of her standing in the snow with flames consuming her hands. I pushed out, "I don't doubt you." But I was deceived by my voice. A shudder. A hesitancy. And

XENIA'S POVRico held on to me for a while. His arms remained around my shoulders, tentative but firm, as if they held a wild flame that could burn him at any time. "Tell me," he muttered. With a tight throat, I shook my head. I still felt phantom heat in my veins from the shard's visions. "You don't want to hear it." "Give me a try." His eyes were beseeching, but his tone was abrasive. And that was even more painful. At last, I pushed the words out. "I saw you. Dead. My hand burned you.”The ensuing quiet was more oppressive than any yell. Rico tensed up and took a slow step back, his face blurry in the torchlight.“You’d never hurt me,” he said at last. But it sounded more like a prayer than a certainty.The crack between us widened. I felt it. So did he.CATTY’S POVI found them like that — too close, yet miles apart. Their bond had been unshakable once. Now, the shard had slipped doubt between them like a blade.“Come,” I said quickly, breaking the tension before it could tea