All Chapters of Colorless: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The dim light up above cast a soft, warm glow in the office. I sat curled on the armchair, knees drawn up to my chest, my chin resting against them. Ciro leaned against the desk across from me, arms folded loosely, his gaze steady but unreadable. The silence between us stretched, heavy but not suffocating. Things had changed between us. I hadn’t figured out if it's in a good way or a bad way. "You're quiet," he finally said. His voice carried no accusation, just an observation."I don't have much to say," I murmured, though the truth was I had too much. My head was a storm, my chest tight with questions and memories that refused to settle.His brows lifted, just slightly. "You always have something to say. You just don't trust yourself to say it."I shot him a look, sharp and defensive, but I didn't deny it. Instead, I shifted my gaze to the fire in the hearth, watching the flames chew slowly at what little wood remained."You should stay here," he said after a beat.That pulled my a

The yard was quiet at dawn, the sky streaked with pale gold and gray. The air carried the scent of dew and iron—the smell of earth after a storm, though no rain had fallen.We were in a random open field, a place Ciro claimed no one would find us. I’d finally acknowledged my power and he’d seen it too. Now here I stood in the middle of the clearing, my arms wrapped around myself as if I could contain the restless energy thrumming beneath my skin. He said I had to train, to control my powers so they wouldn’t manifest in front of the wrong people.Ciro watched me with his usual intensity, arms folded, his broad frame relaxed but his eyes sharp. Beside him, Amaya shifted on her feet, nervous but determined, her gaze flicking between me and him as though she wasn't sure which of us was more dangerous."Again," Ciro said.I clenched my jaw. "It doesn't work like that. It just... happens.""That's why we're here," he replied evenly. "To make it not just happen. To make it obey."Obey. As i

Ciro’s POVThe council chamber was dim, the tall windows shuttered against the late afternoon sun. I sat at the head of the table, fingers steepled, my gaze fixed on the grain of the wood rather than the faces across from me. Falcon sat to my left, silent as always, though I could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing against the air. Isabella perched on the right, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes sharp even as worry softened them.I broke the silence first. "The rogues weren't just scavengers looking for blood. They came for Jasmine."Isabella stiffened, her lips parting, fear flashing across her features. "For her?""Yes." I let the word drop heavy. "They were relentless. They cornered her, and she would've been dead if not for..." My jaw tightened. "Whatever it is that woke inside her."Falcon's brows furrowed, but he said nothing. He'd seen enough battles to know silence could be the heaviest answer."She used something," I continued. "A power I've never seen

Jasmine's POV The moonlight spilled through the tall windows, silvering the stone walls of my room. I sat at the edge of the bed, brushing out my hair in slow, absent strokes, the events of the day weighing on me. The burst of power, Amaya's wide eyes, the missing book in the library—it was too much, all circling in my mind like restless wolves.I was just setting the brush aside when the door slammed open.I jumped, heart leaping into my throat. "Ciro?"He stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, his eyes burning like molten steel. I'd never seen him angry before, but something about this was different. It wasn't just anger, it was raw. Wild. Possessive in a way that made my pulse stumble."Ciro, what—"Before I could finish, he crossed the room in two strides and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, searing, nothing like the steadiness he usually carried. His hands wrapped around my waist, gripping tightly. He pulled me against him as though

I weaved through the hallway, heading towards the place I'd been warned against. The one place I could easily access Amy. I needed to see her, even if it meant passing out from pain. I needed answers. The room was darker than I remembered, the air cool and still, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. I stepped across the threshold slowly, my hand brushing against the frame like I half-expected it to burn me.The last time I'd been here, the pressure in my head had been unbearable—the stabbing ache, the strange pulse of energy that had dragged me to the ground. But tonight... nothing. No pain, no whispers crawling along my skin. Just silence. I waited a moment in the dark, focusing on my head, as if to force out the pain but... nothing. I exhaled, letting my shoulders drop in defeat. "Guess you're not coming this time," I muttered under my breath, glancing at the same corner I'd seen her the last time. "Come on," I whispered hopefully. There was no pressure in my