All Chapters of Rosie's Bloom: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aria POVThe forest feels smaller tonight.Like the trees are leaning in, listening.Like the world itself knows something is coming something that’s been waiting since before I was born.Ares walks beside me, one hand hovering just above my lower back, ready to catch me if I stumble again. Mira and James keep a cautious distance behind, whispering in low, tense voices.Every few steps, a white spark jumps from my fingertips.I flinch each time.Not because of the pain I’m getting used to that.I flinch because the sparks don’t feel like mine.They feel like hers.The goddess inside me the parasite of light trying to rewrite my veins.I grip my wrist, squeezing hard until the glow dims.Ares notices immediately.“You feel another surge?”I nod. “She’s pushing harder. I think ”My breath stumbles, the bond pulling tight at my ribs.“I think she’s reacting to Clara.”His jaw flexes.Clara’s pain hasn’t stopped echoing through me since the last vision the chains, the burning, the

Aria POVThe moment we leave the Circle’s courtyard and enter the lower halls, the bond slams into me like a shockwave.Not pain this time. Not fear.Impact.I stumble, grabbing the wall for support as a sharp gasp tears out of me.Ares is instantly there, hands at my waist, eyes burning gold. “Aria what is it? What do you feel?”I press a trembling hand to my chest.“Clara,” I whisper, breathless. “She just hit something. Hard.”Lightning flickers across my forearm. Not mine. Hers.Ares’s eyes widen.“Then she’s breaking the realm.”The thought sends a jolt through me part hope, part terror. Because the goddess won’t take that quietly.James steps forward. “If Clara’s destabilizing her cage, the goddess will either retreat to reinforce the realm…” He swallows. “…or retaliate directly through Aria.”My skin prickles at that. Because even before he says it She does.White cracks race up my arms, burning hot, pulsing in painful stutters. I gasp, folding forward as a cold s

Aria POVThe realm tilts.Not a gentle sway a violent, nauseating lurch that nearly throws me off my feet.Ares catches my arm with a low growl, pulling me tight against his side. Clara steadies herself beside me, lightning still flickering around her fingers like unstable static.The crack Clara opened has spread so far I can barely see the edges of the platform anymore. The world around us is bending like soft metal, the sky rippling with silver fractures.And beneath itthe heartbeat.The goddess’s heartbeat.Weak.Uneven.Panicked.Clara feels it too. I see her jaw clench.“Good,” she mutters. “She should be afraid.”A shimmer of white cuts across the realm as the goddess drags herself upright. She flickers between shapes now too bright, too broken, too unstable to hold one form.“You ” she wheezes, voice layered and cracking, “ are unraveling what cannot be undone.”I step forward before I even realize I’m doing it.“Then maybe it shouldn’t have been done in the first place.”

Aria POVthe world feels soft.not warm.not safe.just… soft. like everything is wrapped in cotton and echoing from far, far away.ares’s voice reaches me first deep, frantic, shaking.“aria… baby..... look at me. stay awake. please.”i try.i really do.but when i blink, the world splits into three layers moonlightlightninggoldeach one tugging at me in different directions.i feel clara’s hand first. her grip is too tight and too warm, but the second our skin touches, the pull inside me eases just a little.not enough to comfort.just enough to hurt differently.“aria,” she whispers, thumb brushing my knuckles. “stay with us, okay?”my chest tightens.i wish i could answer.but when i open my mouth, the wrong voice almost comes out thin, sharp, echoing.her voice.the goddess.i clamp my jaw shut so fast tears sting my eyes.ares notices.he always does.his thumb strokes my cheek gently, his forehead pressing to mine.“no. don’t go quiet on me. not now.”i swallow, but it’s p

Aria POVEverything feels far away.Like I’m underwater.Sounds stretch.Light warps.People blur at the edges.But two things stay clear.Ares’s heat.Clara’s lightning.I cling to them both literally one hand fisted weakly in Ares’s shirt, the other wrapped around Clara’s wrist. My fingers feel numb, but their power is loud enough that I can find them even in the haze.“Aria,” Clara says, voice shaking even though she tries to hide it. “Stay with us. Please.”I try to answer.I think I do.But I’m not sure if the sound is real or just echoing inside my own head.The world swims again like it bends downward, funneling me toward a single point inside my chest. A point that burns and pulls and breaks all at once.The merge.I can feel it now.Ripping through me like threads stitching too fast, too tight. It’s not gentle, not harmonious it’s frantic. Violent. Because two divine sources are colliding inside one mortal vessel.My vessel.“Slow down,” I whisper to the goddess inside me,