All Chapters of Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

If your ghosts haunt you, let them. I’ll tear them apart one by one until the only haunting left is me. EZREAL’S POV The house felt strangely hollow after Vincent and Aiden disappeared down the hall. It was too quiet. Too still. I took Baron’s hand as we ascended the stairs, his silence eating me up in ways I couldn't understand. His fingers were cold in mine. “Are you hungry?” I asked gently. He shook his head without looking at me. “No… I just want to lie down.” I nodded, already knowing the truth behind it. It wasn’t hunger. It was the weight of what he had done in the forest. The sound of the shot still ringing in his ears. The feeling of the trigger beneath his fingertips. The knowledge that someone had died and he had been the first catalyst to the man's death. He had pulled the trigger and even though he hadn't killed the man, something told me that Baron wouldn't have hesitated if it meant saving me. He had become a good shot since I started training him and I kne

EZREAL'S POV “Hello, Mr. Mayor,” I said smoothly, voice calm but dripping with menace. “We have some unfinished business, don’t you think?”The man shook violently in his chair. I could see him trembling, realizing that all the power he’d wielded, all the influence he’d amassed, counted for nothing here. “Please… please… spare me,” he begged, lowering his eyes to the floor. Kneeling. Humiliating himself.From where I stood, I saw the shame, the absolute fear. And then I noticed, my father had wet himself. Urine darkening his pants, an unspoken confession of weakness. A laugh bubbled up from my chest, low, devious, cold. Not cruel for the sake of cruelty, though I could be that when needed, but deliciously satisfying.“Do you think begging changes anything?” I asked, tilting my head, letting my voice brush against his ears like a scalpel. His lips quivered, no answer came.I let the silence hang. Vincent’s presence was steady behind me, a reminder that I didn’t need to raise my voice

I don’t want forgiveness from you.I want you… in every way, in every breath, in every lifetime I’m cursed to crawl through.BARON’S POVAfter the call ended, I stayed there with the phone still pressed to my ear long after the line had gone dead. It wasn't like I didn't know the call had ended, it was just that I knew how much pain Ezreal would be in right now. Only when the silence became too loud did I lower my hand and release the breath I’d been holding. He was coming back. That should have calmed me. Instead, unease coiled tighter in my chest.I had watched Ezreal leave the house earlier that morning, his back straight, his jaw set, shadows in his eyes that told me this wasn’t a normal errand. After the shootout at the chapel, we were meant to stay together but he had left. He had said it was urgent. From the look in his eyes, I knew that whatever he wanted to do couldn't wait. That was what I loved about Ezreal. He never waited for the answer to come to him. Instead, he went

EZREAL’S POVI stripped off my clothes like they were weighing me down and stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I needed a moment. Just one. The mirror stared back at me, unforgiving. Older. Harder. A stranger wearing my face. I barely recognized the boy she had left behind in the sharp lines of my jaw or the shadows under my eyes.I turned the shower on and stepped beneath the spray, letting the water pour over me, hot enough to sting. I scrubbed my skin like I could erase years with my hands, prison walls, blood on my knuckles, names whispered in fear.I was terrified. Not of enemies. Not of death. Of her.I didn’t know what my mother looked like now. I didn’t know if time had been kind to her or cruel. I didn’t know if she would recognize me at all or if she would and wish she hadn’t.What if she looked at me and saw a monster? What if she hated the man I had become? I leaned my forehead against the tiled wall, breathing hard, letting the water hide the way my han

EZREAL'S POV When I handed her a glass, she didn’t drink right away.“I can’t believe you got this big,” she said quietly, her gaze roaming the room, the view beyond the balcony, and finally settling back on me. “You were so small. I used to worry you’d disappear if I blinked too long.”“It’s been a long time,” I replied softly. She finally took a sip, then turned toward the estate, staring out at the lights like she was grounding herself. After a moment, her shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder to keep you.”My chest tightened. “Why did you leave?” I asked the question I’d carried for years finally finding air. “Everyone said you were ashamed of me. Of… everything. That you left because you couldn’t face it.” I looked at her. “But I knew they were lying.”She turned to me sharply. “I never abandoned you.” The words hit like a blow, and a balm. “When you were three,” she continued, her voice trembling, “they took you from me. Your father had powe