Semua Bab Claimed by the Fallen King: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Alexander grips my shoulders tightly, less with affection and more with the fear of losing me. I grip his jacket just as steadfastly.I really need to get back to bed. I hate that my days outside are over—because I know now that they are. I’d like to squeeze every second out of this last ever outing

EvelynI wake up in the hospital wing attached to an IV. My stab wound is bandaged back up. My stomach sinks at the sight of both as I put it all together.Alexander was fine. I’m clearly not. It was some sort of false alarm.I’m still dying.“Hey, sweetie.” I turn toward the sound of Alexander’s vo

EvelynI walk from the bathroom to my dresser in my usual state of undress. This time, I have my recent shower to blame.Emma worked me hard when we trained this morning. She kept teasing me that I’m getting soft spending so much time in her brother’s bed instead of on the mat.I pointed out that it

Marcel’s gaze flits to mine from where he stands by the door, but his expression doesn’t change. He didn’t know I was going to share this information with the ministers—because it was a last-second decision. But with that one look, I know he understands why I made it.Anyone who doesn’t want to be f

EvelynI wake up Christmas Day blindfolded. When I move to pull the fabric off my face, I find my hands are tied above my head.Before I can panic, I lean into the material around my wrists. It’s soft and silky, tied in such a way as to avoid cutting off circulation.“You have five seconds,” I say,