Semua Bab Cursed By The Day, Saved By The Night: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The journey continued in silence, broken by the rumble of the engine and the occasional groan of trees as we sped past. I tried to focus on the road ahead of me, but curiosity gnawed at me. I saw glimpses of Abbadon, the way his fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the way his eyes stayed glued as if he had memorised every turn.As the land broke from thick forest to open fields that went as far as you could see, something in the air broke too. I sensed it—a quiet power thrumming just below the surface, like a hidden line we'd just crossed. My heart stalled when we reached a rise of land, and the estate sat before us.It wasn't a house though . It was a fortress.The mansion loomed above us, an engineering marvel of black stone and curved glass windows that reflected the last sun's light. Gated walls surrounded the sprawling estate, and the curved driveway was lined with lantern-covered trees, their yellow light creating long, moving shadows. The estate was daunting but breathta

Abbadon's fangs were pressed over my flesh, his hot ragged breathing, his body weighing down on mine, pinning me to the floor. Everything else receded—the silk smooth sheets on my back, the distant gleam of the bedside lamp, even the distant howl of wind outside. All that remained was him. Only us.His arms were locked around my waist, his fingers biting into my skin as if he were holding himself back, struggling with something within him. His mouth took a slow, torturous journey along my throat, his fangs mapping the sensitive skin with the hard tips. My breath caught.He's claiming me.The realisation sent a shiver down my spine—fear and anticipation in equal measure. A bond like that was irreversible. A right no one could deny. And I… I wanted it. More than I ought.My fingers were in his hair, my body curving into his as if pleading him silently to do it. The air between us was electric, crackling with something irrefutable, something neither of us could deny."Abbadon," I breathe

I woke up more rested than I had been in days.It was strange. It was peaceful, devoid of attack , and the perpetual terror of being hunted. But last night, wrapped in the heavy stillness of Abbadon's place, I had slept soundly. No restless tossing, no waking up covered in sweat. Simply peace.I stretched languidly, my eyes squinting against the bright morning sun pouring in from behind the thick curtains. The sheets were warm, enveloping me in their silky comfort, and for an instant, I allowed myself to slide back into them, revelling in the strange ease.And just when I could doze again, there was the sharp knock on the door."Elara."I tensed at the sound of his voice. Deep, rich, with something powerful—commanding.My heart accelerated, but not with fear.Second knock. "Wake up time."I moaned, resting my face in the pillow. "Five minutes more."The door opened creakily. "That wasn't a request."I looked up just in time to catch Abbadon resting against the doorway, arms folded, hi

His words hung in the air between us, thick and heavy, like silk and steel wrapped around me. My breath caught, my skin alive with something I couldn't name, something dangerous and intoxicating.I should have pushed him away. I should have shoved him, rolled my eyes, scoffed—anything but sit there, anything but let his words sink into me the way they did.Abbadon didn't move, didn't rush. He just stood there, near enough that I could feel the cold radiating from him, near enough that his scent—something dark, something heavy, like cedar and spice—twisted around me, filling my senses.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice level. "You're kidding."His smile expanded, slow and calculated. "Am I?"My heart betrayed me, racing in my throat.I wanted to turn away, but he would not let me do so without being noticed, without being touched, without speaking a word more than the words he'd already spoken. It was in the way that he looked at me, the way his dark eyes blazed into mine like

The air in the morning was crisp, with the scent of wet earth and pine as I stepped out onto the training grounds behind the estate. Fog clung to the bark of the trees, the golden light of dawn breaking through in thin strips of illumination. The world was quiet, untouched—except for the storm raging inside me.Abbadon was in familiar black, his back turned to me, his stance impossibly formal and rigid. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, his forearms uncovered. My eyes fell upon him with a chill that I refused to welcome.I turned away from thinking about last night.I wasn't going to let myself consider the way he had gazed at me, the way his tone had dropped when he'd said not to test him.And I sure wasn't going to consider the way I'd spent hours awake replaying it all over my mind, my body betraying me with every creeping, painstaking recollection.Stay focused, Elara.I took a deep breath and prepared myself. "So, are we actually sparring today, or are you still going easy