Semua Bab His innocent weakness : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Missy's point of View I never liked silence.Not the kind of silence that came after a fight, or after a gun had been fired, or even the silence of an empty room. What I hated most was the silence that made you feel like someone else was breathing in the same space with you, only you couldn’t see them. The kind of silence that stretched thin and sharp, crawling across your skin until goosebumps rose on your arms without you even realizing.That was the silence I woke up to.It was late too late for anyone in this house to still be awake. Mark had already checked in on me earlier, reminding me to sleep before another long day of patrol and “responsibilities,” his word not mine. I rolled over in bed, my hand brushing against my book on the nightstand. It wasn’t unusual; I often fell asleep with a novel half-open beside me, sometimes using it as a shield against the heaviness of the world I’d been dragged into. But when I reached for it this time, something slipped from its pages.

Mark’s Point of ViewI knew my sister was hiding something from me.Missy had never been good at lying her eyes always gave her away. They shifted too quickly, lingered on the wrong things, or flickered with a shadow of fear she tried to mask with bravado. Most people wouldn’t notice, but I wasn’t most people. I was her brother. And I’d spent my entire life reading her moods like an open book.The change had started after the ambush. At first, I thought it was just shock. Who wouldn’t be shaken up after bullets flew and shadows closed in? But then Dimitri appeared in the chaos, saving her or so she claimed. That’s when I noticed the difference. Missy became distracted, lost in thought, and worse, secretive.Now, every time I looked at her, I caught something flicker in her expression. Something she wasn’t telling me.I hated it.Because I promised our mother a long time ago when she was still alive that I’d protect Missy no matter what. Back then, Missy was smaller, clumsy, alway

Missy's point of View I hated arguing with Mark.But lately, it felt like that’s all we did.His voice was sharp, louder than I wanted it to be. The walls of my room felt too small, too suffocating for both of us. His words were laced with frustration, his brows pulled together in that familiar protective way that made me both grateful and furious all at once.“Please,” Mark snapped, his hand waving in the air like he couldn’t believe me. “It’s ‘cause you like him. That’s what this is about.”I froze.Those words weren’t supposed to sting, but they did. Because deep down, I wasn’t even sure if he was wrong.“You should really understand your feelings,” Mark went on, pacing now like he couldn’t stand still. “Ain’t you supposed to be with Nico? I thought you guys were just taking a break!” His voice cracked a little, the last word hitting me harder than I expected.My throat closed. I stood there, holding my breath, my fingers digging into the edge of my desk just to keep steady.I w

Mark’s Point of ViewThe second I hung up the call with Nico, my pulse was already racing.Alexander.He had Missy in his sights.And my little sister she was nowhere to be found.I shoved the phone into my pocket and stormed down the hallway toward her room. My chest was tight, each step heavier than the last, like my body already knew what my mind didn’t want to accept.When I pushed open her door, the silence hit me harder than any punch.Her bed was neatly made. The lamp was still on. A book sat open on her desk like she had just been her but she wasn’t.“Missy?” I called, my voice low, almost afraid to break the quiet.No answer.I checked the bathroom, the closet, even under the damn bed though I knew it was pointless. She was gone.Panic twisted in my gut.I spotted her phone lying carelessly on the dresser. I grabbed it instantly, but the black screen stared back at me, cold and dead. She hadn’t even taken it.“Fuck!” I hissed, gripping it so hard I thought I might crack the

Dimitri's point of View My father’s hand came down like thunder sharp, merciless, leaving fire in its wake.I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. But the sting along my cheekbone throbbed, spreading into the kind of bruise I already knew would last for days.“You disappoint me,” he hissed, his voice like poison, the kind that seeps in slowly and ruins everything it touches.The words were nothing new. I had heard them so many times they almost lost meaning. Almost. .But every time, a piece of me still cracked. And the worst part was I couldn’t tell if I hated him for saying it, or myself for caring.When he was finally gone, leaving me with silence heavier than any blow, I sank into the chair outside, staring at the sky. The stars were distant, cold, too far away to offer comfort. My cheek ached, but it wasn’t the pain that consumed me. It was the hollow inside the reminder that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be enough for him.I rubbed at the bruise,