บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen : บทที่ 581 - บทที่ 590

We find it in the heart chamber-a cocoon of translucent sinew, suspended from the ceiling. Inside, a figure stirs. Not the Weaver. *Me.* A version of Kelly with stormfire hair and eyes like shattered galaxies. The cocoon splits, and she steps out, naked and feral. "I wondered when you'd come," sh

The trees hum in response, vibrations syncing with the ache in my molars. Memories not mine flicker at the edges of my vision-storms birthed and strangled, wolves howling into tempests, the Weaver's hands shaping chaos into chains. This place is a reliquary of her earliest failures. Lila's voice sl

The storm inside me stirs, sated but restless. It's learned to speak in my voice now. *"They're using the boy,"* it murmurs. *"Can't you taste it? The stars are peeling him apart."* I ignore it. Eden's no one's pawn. But when he stops abruptly, his breath frosting despite the humid air, I see the t

The sky stitches itself, but the scar remains-a jagged seam leaking whispers. Eden's fingers brush the new mark on my wrist, where the needle's venom left a serpentine burn. "What did it cost?" The storm purrs. *"Nothing yet."* We walk. The game grows teeth. --- The temple isn't a sanctuary-it'

*"Join us,"* the Maestro urges. *"Bind your storm to the King. Together, you'll unmake the Veil."* The sigil on my palm *burns*. The storm roars. Eden's scars split open, ichor pooling at his feet. *"Don't,"* he chokes. But the rot in me is singing. --- I step into the pool. The water is not w