บททั้งหมดของ The Dumb Cursed Heiress and Her Mates: Reborn For Revenge : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Nadia's POVThe cave looked different when I returned. Smaller. Darker. The fire had burned low, casting long shadows on the walls. Eleanor sat by the entrance, her face pale, her hands shaking. Gaius knelt beside Neal, pressing a cloth to his forehead.Noah stood at the back of the cave, his back against the wall, his arms crossed. He was not pacing. He was not speaking. He was just... there. A statue of a man, waiting for news that might never come.When I stepped through the entrance, he moved.He crossed the cave in three strides and grabbed me. His arms wrapped around me so tight I could not breathe. He did not speak. He just held me."I am back," I whispered. "I am fine. I have the flower."He pulled back. His eyes were red. "You left. You left a note. You did not say goodbye.""You would have stopped me.""Yes," he said. "I would have.""I am back," I said again. "And Neal is going to live."I pulled the Silverbloom from my bag. Its petals glowed in the dim light, white as snow

Nadia's POVThe message came at dawn.A small bird, grey and ordinary, landed on the windowsill of the Sebastian home. Tied to its leg was a scrap of parchment, folded tight. Gaius brought it to me, his face wary."It might be a trap," he said."Everything is a trap," I said. "Give it here."The handwriting was familiar. Elias's. My father's. The loops of the letters, the way he crossed his T's. I had not seen his writing since the note he left behind. The note that said Forgive me."I have found a place. A hidden valley deep in the mountains, protected by ancient Dawnfire wards. The Council cannot break them. They cannot even find them. Come to the northern pass. I will guide you. –E"I read the message three times. Then I handed it to Noah.He read it. His jaw tightened. "It could be a trap.""Everything is a trap," Neal said, echoing my words. He was sitting by the fire, still pale, still weak, but alive. The curse had left its marks on him, dark lines under his eyes, a tremor in h

Nadia's POVThe cave was silent after Elias left.Noah stood by the entrance, his hand on his sword, his eyes staring into the darkness beyond the firelight. Neal sat on the edge of my blanket, his face pale, his hand resting on my ankle. Eleanor had gone back to her corner, but she was not sleeping. None of us were sleeping.The vision was still fresh in my mind. Aldric's face. His cold eyes. The way he walked at the head of the Council's army, his boots crunching on the snow. A man we had trusted. A man who had fought beside us. A man who had smiled at me and called me Luna.Now he was leading our enemies to our door."We need to confirm it," Noah said finally. "Before we act. A vision is not proof.""The vision was real," I said. "I have never been wrong.""Not wrong. But visions can be... manipulated. The Council has magic. They could have sent it. To sow doubt. To make us turn on our own people."Neal shook his head. "Aldric has been acting strange for weeks. I noticed it. The way

Nadia's POVThe first day of the siege was chaos.Maya's army did not charge. They did not need to. They had something better. Time. And patience. And magic that ate away at our defenses like acid.The wards held through the first night. But barely. Every few hours, another wave of green magic crashed against the silver light. The ground shook. The trees bent. The spring boiled.Inside the valley, we prepared for the worst.Noah organized the defenses. He placed warriors at the tunnel entrance, at the eastern ridge, at the western slope. He set traps in the narrow passes. He sharpened blades until his hands bled.Neal guarded the healing tents. He was still weak from the curse, but he refused to rest. He walked the perimeter, checking the wards, looking for weaknesses. His eyes were always on the horizon.Elias worked with Seraphine, communicating through the spirit network, trying to find a way to reinforce the wards. But the damage was already done. Aldric's betrayal had opened a cr

Nadia's POVThey carried Neal into the tent like a sack of potatoes.Not because they were being rough. Because he kept trying to walk on his own, and his legs kept giving out, and Noah got tired of catching him. So he just threw him over his shoulder and marched."I can walk," Neal said, his voice muffled against Noah's back."You cannot walk," Noah said."I walked here.""You crawled here.""I was being dramatic."Noah dumped him on the empty cot. Neal groaned, clutching his side. The wound was deep, a gash across his ribs, from a Fae warrior's spear. Blood soaked through his shirt. His face was pale, his lips almost blue.But the wound was not cursed. That was the only good news.Eleanor rushed to his side, her hands already reaching for bandages. "What happened? I thought you were just scouting.""We were scouting," Neal said. "Then a Fae jumped out of a tree. Nasty little creature. Pointy ears. Worse attitude.""Did you kill it?" I asked."Of course I killed it. I am not a monste