บททั้งหมดของ HIS TO DESTROY: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The sun dipped low over Cartagena, painting everything in sharpened gold and shadow. The Torrez mansion—its verandas draped in jasmine and fountains languid with koi—shuddered under quiet urgency.A woman stumbled down the marble entryway, breath ragged, fingers trembling. Inés Arámbula—or what remained of her former composure—was crying. Face red. Lip trembling. Hands twisted in her gown. Catalina reached her first, pulling Inés upright, hands firm on shoulders until the woman blinked and drew in her breath.They went back into the great hall together, mother-of-pearl lights flickering overhead. Catalina thought of all the moments she'd lured Inés with false warmth, all the political lies disguised as diplomacy, but this was different.This terror had a name.“Where is he?” she asked softly, voice steady. Inés shook her head. “They took him… they took him. He vanished while I watched.” Catalina’s pulse pounded. Gabriel.She wrapped Inés’s shaking hands around hers. “Take me—show me.

The rain in Bogotá didn’t fall—it slashed. Hard, slanting cuts that turned the streets into mirrors and the alleys into rivers. Catalina stood under a crumbling archway, soaked through despite the shawl Isa had forced over her shoulders. The city smelled of diesel, wet brick, and something rotten underneath, like the past was always leaking through the stones.Isa tugged her arm. “You don’t even blink anymore, Cat. You’re scaring me.”“I can’t blink,” Catalina whispered. “If I blink, I’ll see him. Gabriel. Alone, scared, waiting.”Lucien’s shadow filled the archway. His suit jacket was gone, shirt open at the throat, his hair plastered to his skull by the rain. He looked less like a prince tonight, more like a wolf beaten but not broken.“Stay close,” he said. His voice was hoarse, ruined by shouting at men who’d failed him. “No one strays.”---The convoy moved like a beast through the city—black SUVs, engines too loud, lights dimmed. Catalina sat wedged between Isa and Lucien, h

The rain didn’t stop. It beat down in sheets, turning the alleys into rivers and the night into a blur of silver knives.Lucien shoved open a rusted door behind an abandoned bakery. The hinges screamed, but the street noise drowned it out. He pulled Catalina in by the arm, Isa close behind, Gabriel still clinging to her chest like a second heartbeat.Inside was dark, the air thick with mold and flour long turned sour.Lucien slammed the door shut. He leaned against it for a second, chest heaving, hair plastered to his forehead. Water dripped from his jaw onto the cracked tiles.“Safe,” Isa muttered, pulling down a curtain over the tiny window. “For now.”Catalina stood in the middle of the room, shaking. Gabriel’s small body was warm against her, but her blood felt like ice.She didn’t look at Lucien. Not once.---Minutes passed. Only the sound of the rain.Then Isa spoke, low and urgent. “We can’t stay long. If Diego marked this place, they’ll flush us out within the hour.”Lucien d

The torchlight shook against the convent walls, turning the ruined saints into leering shadows.Catalina’s breath came shallow. Gabriel clung to her even tighter, his small fingers digging into her gown.Lucien’s gun didn’t waver, but his hand trembled, just barely.“Camilla,” he growled. “What is this?”The nun’s smile widened. Her habit was no longer white—it was ash and soot, the hem soaked in mud. Around her neck hung not a cross but a shard of black stone, glistening as if wet.“What you always feared,” she whispered. “And what she was always meant to find.”Her eyes locked on Catalina.“Stay behind me,” Lucien said low, not taking his gaze off Camilla.But Catalina stepped forward, her voice raw. “You—you were supposed to protect me. You gave me warnings, dreams, you pretended to be my friend. What the hell is this?”Camilla’s laugh echoed off the stone. “Oh, my sweet girl. Protection? No, darling. Preparation. I fed you crumbs so you would walk here willingly, so you would carr

The laugh still echoed in the courtyard, thin as a blade’s edge. Catalina pressed Gabriel tighter against her chest, but the boy’s lips twitched, his breath rising and falling with a rhythm that didn’t belong to him.Lucien lifted his gun toward the shadows. His voice cut through the night.“Camilla, show yourself.”Nothing. Only the creak of the broken monastery cross and the whip of the wind.Then—her silhouette stepped into the pale moonlight. The nun’s habit was gone, replaced with a dark cloak, soaked from the tunnels. Her eyes glowed with fevered devotion.“You carried him out,” Camilla whispered. “The vessel. The chosen boy.”Catalina spat the words out like venom. “He’s not a vessel. He’s just a child.”Camilla tilted her head, smiling. “Children are pure. Untouched. That’s why He chose him. That’s why Miguel speaks through him now.”Catalina staggered back, shaking her head violently. “No. You twisted it. You twisted everything. My father would never—”“Would never what?” Cam