Semua Bab Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place: Bab 81 - Bab 90

"He's handsome, Sama," Rose panted, her voice a fragile thing in the sudden, thundering stillness. The storm outside the cave entrance was a muffled roar, a far-off rumbling against the darkness of the inside stillness. The air, thick with reek of blood and birth, was illuminated by the leaping, firelit light of the burning trees.Sama Arthur, body a battlefield of exhaustion and hot, guarding love, looked down at the small face buried against her chest. "He is better than that, Rose. He is the storm." A fresh wave of flame light glared on the cave walls, burning them with long, crawling shadows. The raw scent of seared earth and battle-stench was mixed with the sweet, metallic bite of her own blood.Dean Wason knelt beside her, his light fingers tracing over the wrapped head of the baby. "He feels. different. There's a resonance to him, a low hum that vibrates deep in my bones." His own eyes, normally aglow with intense determination, were now filled with awed confusion."He belongs

"Leiran is the name," Sama Arthur answered, her voice a gentle certainty that cut through the subdued mumblings of the fatigued group. She looked down at the child, who now slept peacefully, his little body emitting a soft, golden radiance that pulsed gently, almost like a heartbeat. The light was not a fierce, blinding surge, but a steady, profound warmth that held the very essence of creation and destruction."Leiran," Dean Wason repeated, his gaze on the glowing child. "It's… a powerful name." He knelt beside Sama Arthur, his own fatigue evident in the slump of his shoulders, but his eyes burned with a harsh, unbreakable protectiveness."It was my mother's name," Sama Arthur replied, her hand tracing the line of the child's face. "The name of a woman who was a guardian of balance, who understood that life and death were opposite sides of the same coin. She believed that to protect one, you had to embrace the other." Her tone, though soft, was weighted with an agonized history and a

"Sama Arthur," the voice cuts through churning dust, a ghost of sound in the wake of the storm. "I know you're here. Show yourself."A woman emerged from the fog of the battlefield's edge, boots crunching on the parched, shattered earth. Sama Arthur strode purposefully, her jacket streaked with the ochre dust, a deep contrast to the somber backdrop behind her. Ozone and metal hung heavy in the air, the residual imprint of a battle well fought and won, or maybe merely concluded."Dean Wason," she replied, her own voice a low even growl. "You don't belong here. This is over.""Over?" Dean Wason snorted, edging closer. His usually calm face contorted into a raw desperation Sama Arthur hadn't seen in years. "It's never over until I see the child.""The child is safe," Sama Arthur answered, her hand moving toward the hilt of a hidden knife. "That is all you must know.""No, that is not all I must know," he snapped, his voice growing stronger. "I need to know they're with me. I need to know

"He's still there," Timothy whispered, as though he were talking about a ghost. "I've never seen him like this."Dean Wason had not moved. He was standing at the lip of the chasm, looking out at the vacant sky where he had last glimpsed the form of Leiran. A breeze ruffled his hair and the loose threads of his clothing, but Dean Wason didn't appear to notice.Paul Wason approached him slowly, one hand on the shoulder of his brother. "Dean. We have to go. It's not safe here."Dean Wason finally stirred, looking slowly at his brother. His eyes, which had always been so keen and calculating, were dull now, with a deep sadness in them. "I saw her, Paul. I saw her. Not the prophecy, not the weapon. Just a child.""We all witnessed it, Dean," Alex Henry answered quietly. "It was. a humbling experience.""No," Dean Wason said, his voice a shattered, low rasp. "You don't understand. I dream of her. I've been dreaming about her for months, before all this. I hear her voice. I hear her laughter

"They're not 'gone,' Sama," Dickson's voice was cut, cutting through the frigid, thread-thin air of the plateau. "Dean Wason will be back. And he won't be 'broken' again. He just learned his very existence puts the child at risk. That'll spawn a new kind of fixation."Sama Arthur pulled Leiran close, her gaze distant, fixed on the churning mists now shrouding the chasm. "He will be back, yes. But his purpose has shifted. He is no longer interested in reclamation; he is interested in control. And that is more sinister in a different way.""We need to make this spot secure," Crayons Arthur announced, already looking at the natural rock outcroppings with a strategic eye. "The uplift worked, but it's not ideal. Anybody with a good amount of creativity and gear can figure out how to climb up here.""And if Dean Wason's 'broken' state reveals new secrets regarding Leiran's power, then he might learn that ingenuity before we anticipate," Theo went on, his brow furrowed in thought. "His son,