All Chapters of Trial of Flame: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Rowyn POVIt hit me like a freight train. No....worse. Like a fucking hurricane detonated inside my skull. One second I was giggling with my mates over enchanted waffles and syrup covered plans for the day, and the next......BOOM.Buzzing. Buzzing in my ears, my mind, my soul. My vision blurred, the sounds around me muted like I was underwater, and my chest tightened like I’d forgotten how to breathe.“Rowyn?” Zephyr’s voice cracked through the fog, concerned and gentle, but wrong. It all felt wrong.He reached for me.“Don’t,” I hissed, or tried to. It came out like a garbled mess of syllables, barely recognizable as language. I jerked back, panic clawing at me.Aster stood up. “Babe? Hey, are you okay?”No. No, I wasn’t. The fuzz in my brain was rising, pressure was building behind my eyes, and everything, everything, felt like it was moving too fast and not fast enough at once.I shook my head violently. “I....I...I...” Words. Use words. But my tongue was lead. My lungs refused to

Tharion Duskveil POVThe stink of blood and panic clung to the underground stone like mold. Five cowards sat chained before me, bound in chairs etched with ancient runes that stripped away every lie before it left their tongues.They were trembling now, good.I stepped into the circle of wardlight, my shadow spilling across the stone. “You will answer,” I said, my voice calm. “You will not lie. You cannot lie. So save your strength.”Their eyes flicked between me and Malric Nocturne, who stood like a storm brewing at my side, his arms crossed, face carved in stone.I waved a hand, activating the serum already pulsing through their veins. One by one, their bodies stiffened, and truth magic wrapped around their minds like a vice.I asked the question I already knew the answer to.“Who sent you?”The first prisoner twitched. “The High King.”Nocturne cursed under his breath. Of course. Of fucking course.“The king wants the girl.” I tilted my head. “Why?”The second prisoner croaked out

Aster Aurellan POVMy comm crystal buzzed mid brushstroke. I blinked, frowning as I tucked it against my ear, still clutching my makeup brush in the other hand. “Mother?”Her voice was sharp, and sweetened at the edges like poisoned honey. “Darling. How are you?”Oh gods. That tone. I froze. “I’m… fine. Why?”“No reason,” she cooed. “Just curious how school’s treating you. Settling in well?”I narrowed my eyes. “It’s been intense, but manageable.”“And your… roommate? Friends?” she asked too casually.The brush slipped from my fingers and clattered to the counter.“Are you friends with a girl named Rowyn Vale?”There it was.I swallowed. “Why?”“Just curiosity,” she lied. Badly. “We hear things, you know, through work. And someone like that, well, you know how the noble houses worry about influence. Especially low borns. It’s important to keep an eye on… people.”My blood ran cold.“Your work,” I said slowly, my heart pounding. “You mean your position on the culture council… or someth

Rowyn POV Kalyx started moving then, in long, punishing thrusts that shook the bed, his hips snapping against mine with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room. Every plunge dragged against my walls, hitting that spot over and over until I was babbling nonsense, my nails raking down his back.Zephyr leaned in, his mouth latching onto my breast again, sucking hard while his fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight circles that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “You’re doing so fucking good,” he whispered, his voice a lifeline amid the storm. “Taking him like a champ. Look at how you’re creaming all over his cock dripping down his balls. Such a good girl for us. Let it build again. We want another one. Milk him dry.”Kalyx’s pace turned feral, his hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of who had me pinned and claimed. “That’s it, flame. Scream for me. Tell me how much you love my cock splitting you open. Beg for it harder.”“Harder...please, fuck