บททั้งหมดของ Academy Of Cursed Hearts : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter Thirty-OneThe garden got silence long after Harry’s words hung in the air like a curse.Jason and Kael stared at me longer than they should have. They stood near the path, not speaking, not daring to approach me again. Their eyes moved between me and each other, like they were silently asking the same question neither of them wanted to say out loud: what has she become?At last, Jason said something low, too low for me to catch. Kael answered with a sharp turn of his head. Then, with steps heavier than iron, they left. Their boots echoed against the cobblestone until the sound vanished totallyBut Harry stayed.He didn’t move, he didn’t speak. He stood just a few miles away, watching me. His stare was unbearable, the kind that stripped you raw until there was nothing left to hide. It wasn’t the cautious suspicion of Jason, or the predatory curiosity of Kael. No—Harry looked at me as if he already knew me too well.Like he.....Knew what I had become.Knew what I could becom

Chapter Thirty–Three****Days after the courtyard incident.Every step I took echoed with whispers. All eyes were on me,no one dared cross my path. Not openly,but their stares were filled with fear of the unknown.And I liked it.I felt good about it.The thought of it thrilled me. Power has weight, and when it wraps around my shoulders, I no longer feel small. I no longer feel like the girl who hid behind others, waiting to be protected.Now I was the one they all feared.Harry stayed close, always at the edge of my shadow. He never scolded me, he never pleaded like Kael or Jason. He didn’t move when my temper slipped and a glass shatters across the room without being touched. He only smiled, low and dangerous, as if he’d been waiting for me to break free all along.“Do you feel it?” he asked one night, his voice was very low.“What?” I asked.“The shift. The way they move when you enter a room. How even the walls of this place hum when you breathe too hard. That’s power, Aria. That

Chapter Thirty-FiveI could feel it in the way Jason and Kael looked at me lately.Not with anger. Not with fear.But with something sharper. Worry.They thought I didn’t notice. But every time Harry brushed my arm when we passed each other, every time he bent close enough to whisper in my ear, Jason’s jaw tightened. Kael’s fists tightened.And yet neither of them said a word to me.That was how I knew something was wrong.It was late that night when I left the practice hall. My veins still buzzed from magic I have not been able to contain, sparks that burned into the air even after I tried to close my hand.Harry had watched me with that wicked grin.“You’re learning fast,” he said. “Soon, nothing in this Academy will be able to touch you.”And when he said “nothing,” it didn’t sound like safety. It sounded like conquest.Still, a part of me liked it. I liked how his words poured power over me.I shook my head, trying to clear the thought as I walked through the quiet stone corridor.

Chapter Thirty-Seven****The night,my heart wouldn’t stop beating, each beat reminding me of the choice I have already made—against Harry.Jason leaned closer across the old wooden table in Kael’s quarters, his eyes following the way my fingers tapped nervously on my laps. “Aria,” he said, his voice low, “we can’t afford waste anymore time. If Harry notices…”“I know.” I cut him off, maybe a little too harsh. The truth was, hesitation was all I have been living with. Every time Harry’s voice flashed in my head, I felt both consumed and afraid. But I can't let him use me.Kael moved about like a wolf in a cage. “He’s ancient, cursed, and immortal—name it. If he succeeds in pulling his full power through you, there will be no stopping him.” His eyes moved to me, softer for just a moment. “You’re strong, Aria. But you’re not supposed to be his weapon.”“I need to tell you everything,” I said, my voice trembling before I managed to forced it steady. “When I confronted him last time, he d

Chapter Thirty-Nine ****The silence after Harry vanished was worse than his presence.I stood still in the dim corridor of the west wing, the cold stone pressing against my back where I’d leaned for support. My fingers dug into the wall, as if I could pull myself to reality.My thoughts are no longer my own.He was gone.But I could still feel him.Not in the air, not in the shadows but inside me like a second heartbeat. Like he had slipped inside me and left something behind—a seed, a whisper, a stain."You already are."The words echoed in my skull,I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push them out, trying to remember who I was before this—before Harry, before the silver eyes, before the power that broke through me like lightning in a storm.But the harder I tried to hold on to myself, the more I felt it slipping away.I stumbled back towards the dorm, my legs unsteady, my mind racing. I didn’t see the students passing me, didn’t hear the distant laughter from the common room. The wo