Semua Bab Fractured: Bab 91 - Bab 96

MirraMirra had always trusted silence more than speeches. Silence held the truth people couldn’t polish.But the silence in the nexus had changed. It wasn’t the calm quiet of a forest at rest. It felt held—contained—like something was pressing against the edges of their world, waiting for the smallest crack to slip through.Selene’s hand was still in hers. Ronan stood close enough that Mirra could feel the heat of him, not just on her skin but in the air. The triangle they’d formed wasn’t accidental. It was a decision, and Mirra could feel the feeder recoil every time they chose it.That didn’t mean it stopped trying.The whisper returned, patient as rot.You’re the stable one, it told her. You’re the only reason they’re not unraveling. They need you. That makes you responsible. That makes you in charge.It didn’t sound like a villain. It sounded like the voice that had sat in Mirra’s chest for years every time she’d watched the forest suffer and wondered if she’d done enough.For on

SeleneThe whisper didn’t stop just because she’d said no.If anything, it got more patient, like it had decided to wear her down instead of breaking her outright.Think of what you could achieve alone.The words slid through her mind with a confidence that was almost insulting—like it knew her, like it owned the corners of her that were tired and hungry and terrified.Selene kept her fingers wrapped around Ronan’s hand. Not because she needed to be held up, but because the contact was real. Warm skin. Calluses. A steady pulse. Proof she wasn’t trapped inside her own head.The visions tried again anyway.A night sky with no limit. Her lunar power sharp and clean, nothing braided into it. She could feel the difference immediately—like pulling a familiar thread and finding it doesn’t snag on anything. Easy. Pure.And yes… intoxicating.She hated that part of herself for responding to it.Because the whisper wasn’t offering her something she didn’t want. It was offering her something she

SeleneThe seal held.That was the first thing Selene checked—twice—because trust was one thing and survival was another. The ring of stones sat perfectly still in the center of the nexus, the markings they’d carved into earth and light and tide pulsing faintly like a steady pulse under skin.Not loud. Not dramatic.Just… there.Ronan stood a few paces away, shoulders squared, breathing controlled like he’d decided oxygen was a privilege he’d earn. Mirra remained kneeling, fingertips pressed into the soil as if she could feel the seal from the inside out. Selene knew that was exactly what she was doing.And yet, even with the entity contained, the air didn’t feel clean. It felt like someone had sprayed perfume in a room and then tried to hide the bottle.Selene rubbed at her temples, trying to ease the pressure behind her eyes. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was the way the entity had gotten too close. The way it had spoken like it belonged in their minds.Ronan’s voice broke the silen