Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

There are moments that shatter you clean, precise, like a blade slicing through the version of yourself that existed seconds before. Watching a silver-filled syringe plunge toward Alaric’s throat was mine. Because I knew whatever that liquid was, it wasn’t meant to heal him. It was meant to erase him.---Everything inside me detonated at once.“No!” I screamed, throwing myself forward.Too late.The needle pierced Alaric’s skin.His brother depressed the plunger with a slow, cruel deliberation, as if savoring each second of my horror. The silver liquid disappeared into Alaric’s bloodstream, and I watched helplessly as his body jerked violently beneath the injection.Alaric’s back arched; a strangled sound tore from his throat.I didn’t thinkI didn’t planI just moved.I slammed into his brother with every ounce of strength I had. He stumbled but caught himself easily, turning toward me with an expression that made my blood freeze.Amusement.“You’re feistier than he lets on,” he mur

Saphira’s POV There is no terror like watching the man you love rush toward you with murder in his eyes eyes that once softened only for you.---He moved like a storm breaking loose.One second he was across the room.The next he was right in front of me.His hand closed around the front of my shirt, slamming me backward. My spine hit the wall so hard it rattled my lungs. His fingers locked around my throat, cold and unyielding.“Threat acquired,” he murmured.I couldn’t breathe not because of his grip, but because it was him. Alaric. The man who once held me like something precious.Now he held me like a target.“Alaric,” I gasped, fingers digging into his wrist. “Listen to me please fight it.”His eyes were frozen silver dead, empty.“Eradicating interference.”Pain squeezed down my throat. Black dots danced at the edges of my vision.Calian circled us like a vulture, smiling. “Beautiful. And to think, you believed love could save him.”My nails clawed deeper into Alaric’s skin. “

Falling should have meant silence. Instead, it came with his name tearing from my throat and the terrifying certainty that the man reaching for me might no longer belong to the world I knew.---I was falling.Not slipping.Not stumbling.Falling clean and endless, like gravity itself had decided to make an example of me.The wind tore the scream from my lungs as the penthouse lights vanished above, replaced by darkness streaked with broken glass and city glow far below. My arms flailed uselessly, grasping for anything anyone.“Alaric!”His name ripped out of me raw and desperate.For one heartbeat, I thought I saw him leap.Not run.Not hesitate.Leap.The world seemed to slow not enough to save me, but enough to make terror exquisitely precise. I saw the way his body cut through the air, coat flaring behind him like wings that didn’t exist. I saw the soldiers shouting, guns raised in panic. I saw Calian’s broken shape crumpled against the wall, blood darkening the floor.And thenSo

I knew before I opened the door that whoever stood on the other side wasn’t here by accident because nothing that hunted Alaric ever was.---The knock came again.Soft. Polite. Wrong.I stood frozen in the middle of my living room, heart pounding so loudly I was certain whoever waited outside could hear it. My phone lay on the couch where I’d dropped it, the screen dark now but the echo of that voice still rang in my ears.You will.I moved quietly, every instinct screaming. No footsteps in the hallway. No raised voices. Just the low hum of the building settling around me.I reached the door and looked through the peephole.A woman stood there.Early thirties. Cream trench coat. Hair pulled into a neat bun. She looked like a lawyer or a consultant or someone who never raised her voice because she never had to.She smiled when she sensed movement.“Saphira Vale,” she called softly. “I know you’re home.”I didn’t open the door.“Who are you?” I asked.“My name is Elowen Cross,” she sai

Caelum didn’t pull me away from the door.He pulled me down.The moment the lock gave way and the wood splintered inward, his arm wrapped around my waist and we dropped hard behind the kitchen island. The crash of boots flooded the apartment heavy, coordinated, military.Not burglars.Hunters.“Don’t scream,” he breathed against my ear. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”The door slammed fully open.Flashlights cut through the darkness, slicing white beams across marble and glass. Shadows leapt along the walls like living things.“Clear the left,” someone barked.“Kitchen next.”My pulse roared so loud I was sure they could hear it.Caelum’s body was a shield at my back, solid and unyielding. One hand stayed firm on my waist. The other disappeared into his jacket.Metal clicked softly.A gun.I hated how my body reactednhow my fear tangled with a brutal sense of safety. This was Caelum Drayke. The man who never lost. The man who always planned three steps ahead.And yet, for the first ti