Lahat ng Kabanata ng LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 75

POV : THE ELDERS COURT >>>>> The Elders were called. Not by word. The summons came as a shiver, running through every bloodline that mattered. A vibration beneath the chest that made the heart stumble, the spine stiffen, the mind tighten around a single, unyielding instruction: attend:everyone must be present. No exceptions. Even Druvien Mal’Serak, who rarely obeyed orders and Kaelith Malrath’Thorne, who had avoided the Court for reasons best known to him, The two brothers was present. Every other Elder arrived, some by shadow, some by speed telephaty, all by compulsion. Seraphine. Cassian Virell. Elder Valerian. Elder Nyra. Elder Marcellus. Elder Maelis. And others whose names carried weight by mere mention. No one knew why this meeting was called. Not fully. And yet every Elder felt the same premonition: something had shifted. Something old, something dormant, and something dangerously precise. when every Elder was required at once— Something was awakening.

pov: ARABELLA ---Ah—! The sound tore out of her throat as Arabella jolted upright, breath ripping sharply into her lungs. For a moment, there was nothing but darkness. Not the darkness of a quiet room or a dim hallway, but a suffocating, endless void that still clung to the edges of her mind like cold mist refusing to lift. Her heart pounded violently, each beat loud enough to echo inside her skull. A dream. It had not faded yet. It had begun quietly. Too quietly. At first, there had only been silence. Not the peaceful kind that accompanies sleep, but a deep, ancient stillness — the kind that felt untouched by time itself. Arabella had found herself standing somewhere vast and unfamiliar, though her feet had not made a sound when she moved. Beneath her a stretched cold stone. "Black stone." Polished by centuries, smooth as if something powerful had once walked those halls long ago… and then stopped. The air itself felt heavy. Thick. Like the atmosphere

POV: Arabella --- THE FOLLOWING MORNING; --- “Oh my God!” The words burst out of Arabella before she could stop them. She sat upright on her bed so suddenly the blanket slid halfway to the floor, her eyes wide as the realization slammed into her like a delayed lightning strike. “I totally forgot.” Her hand flew toward the phone lying beside her pillow. She grabbed it quickly and unlocked the screen, her heart beating a little faster now as she scrolled through her messages. There it was. Julian. The message stared back at her from the screen, timestamped from the evening before. Arabella pressed her lips together as she opened the chat. "Are you still open to going on a date with me tomorrow?" For a second, she simply stared at it. Then she groaned softly and dropped back against the headboard. “Great, Arabella,” she muttered under her breath. Julian had sent that yesterday. And she had completely forgotten to reply. Not ignored. Not intentional