Todos os capítulos de Hate Me Till You Love Me: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

The blade descended.“ROWAN, MOVE!”Elias threw himself forward, but the figure wearing his face was faster. The silver blade cut through the air, leaving a trail of black smoke behind it. Rowan stumbled backward, and Elias barely managed to pull him out of the weapon’s path before it struck the stone floor.The impact shattered the chamber.Silver fragments exploded in every direction. Evelyn screamed as Alexander pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body. Lily grabbed Adrian’s arm, dragging him away from the collapsing wall, while Lucian threw up a barrier of light around the First King.But Elias barely noticed the destruction.He was staring at the man standing across from him.The stranger wore his face perfectly. The same dark hair, the same sharp jaw, the same eyes that had once looked back at him from a mirror. Yet there was something deeply wrong about the resemblance. The stranger’s expression was too calm, his movements too precise, and his eyes held a coldness Eli

The first scream came from the mirror.The second came from the doorway.By the third, every person in the chamber was on their knees.Elias felt the sound tear through his skull, passing through his ears and straight into the deepest part of his mind. It was not simply noise. Each voice carried a memory, a moment of terror, a final breath, and a name that had been forgotten by everyone who had ever spoken it.He heard children calling for their mothers. He heard soldiers begging their brothers not to leave them behind. He heard women whispering the names of husbands who had died before they could say goodbye.Then he heard his own voice.Not the voice he used now, but the voice of the little boy who had knelt beside Dorian’s dying body and begged him to wake up.“Please,” the child cried. “Don’t leave me.”Elias clutched his head.“Stop!”The black circle on his palm flared, and the three white lines surrounding it began to rotate. Silver light spread beneath his skin, racing up his

Elias heard the voice long after the mirror had shattered.It followed him into the silence, slipping between his thoughts until he could no longer tell whether the words were coming from somewhere beyond the boundary or from a place deep inside his own mind.Now, my little keeper, you will learn what happens when the lock is gone.He stared at his palm.The black circle remained, but the three white lines had disappeared. In their place was a single silver crack that ran through the center of the mark, pulsing with every beat of his heart.Something was wrong.He could feel it.The mark had always felt like a connection, a narrow passage through which he could hear the boundary without being consumed by it. Even when its power overwhelmed him, there had always been a distinction between his own thoughts and the voices on the other side.Now that distinction was disappearing.A woman was crying somewhere inside his head.A child was calling for his mother.An old man was repeating a n

The darkness did not fall like night.It fell like something alive had finally opened its eyes.One moment, the chamber was filled with the pale silver light of the doorway, the next, everything vanished. The walls, the broken mirror, the silver lines running through the floor, even the faint outline of Liora standing before them disappeared beneath a darkness so complete that Evelyn could not see her own hands.Then she heard her mother’s voice.“Evelyn.”Her breath stopped.It was not the voice that had spoken a moment earlier. That voice had carried something strange beneath its familiar warmth, something that made the back of Evelyn’s neck tighten. This voice was softer, trembling with the same tenderness she remembered from childhood.“Evelyn, sweetheart. Come here.”She knew better than to move.She had spent too much time among memories that wore familiar faces. She had watched the Echo turn grief into a weapon, seen the dead appear with smiles that looked almost right, and lea

The silver doorway shattered without making a sound.That was the first thing Evelyn noticed.There was no thunder, no explosion, no crash of falling stone. The doorway simply broke apart, its silver frame separating into thousands of tiny fragments that hung in the air like pieces of a dying star. For one suspended moment, every fragment reflected the same image: a little girl wearing a silver bracelet, standing before a woman whose face was Evelyn’s own.Then the reflections vanished.The fragments fell.And the darkness swallowed them before they touched the ground.“Evelyn!”Alexander’s voice reached her from somewhere behind her, but she could not answer. Her attention remained fixed on the child beneath the transparent floor.The little girl stood beside the broken cradle, the silver bracelet resting against her wrist. She looked no older than six or seven, with dark hair falling around her face and eyes that had become unmistakably Evelyn’s.Not a resemblance.Not an imitation.