บททั้งหมดของ Midnight Crown: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

Blood painted the vault doors in streaks, still wet, still steaming. The alarms had gone guttural—less warning, more war cry. Domenik pushed Eirwen ahead, boots crunching glass, the scent of ozone and gunpowder clinging to every breath.No more lovers. No more enemies. Only survivors and the dead.Ash waited at the end of the corridor, one arm strapped tight to his ribs, crimson soaking through his shirt. His eyes tracked Domenik, Eirwen, then the chaos behind them. “They’ve breached the eastern wing. We’re boxed in.”“Boxed in isn’t dead,” Eirwen said, voice flat, flicking her safety off.A fresh scream ricocheted from the stairwell. Caelan stumbled out, blood slick on his hands, eyes blown wide. He dropped to his knees before Domenik. “They took the lower vault. The Várgr—they’re not here for the data. They’re hunting you.”Domenik looked past him. “How many?”“Too many.” Caelan’s mouth trembled. “But I—I bought us a minute. Locked the override behind me. They’ll burn through it, bu

Smoke bled from the vault’s cracks, black and thick as sin. Eirwen shoved her back against the cold marble, heart hammering out a war drum, gun slick in her grip. Behind her, Domenik crushed a wolf’s windpipe, the kill quick and mean. The last echoes of Marsel’s laughter faded as he bled out on the stone, eyes defiant to the end.The city’s alarms wailed. The Tower trembled like it was alive, or dying.Domenik wiped blood from his mouth, eyes fixed on Eirwen—not soft, not safe, but starved. He crossed the smoking vault, his steps all purpose and threat.She didn’t run. Didn’t speak. Just stood her ground as he caged her in, his body blocking out the ruin behind him. His hands were still shaking with violence when he caught her chin, forced her to look up.“You wanted to burn it down?” His voice was ragged, still raw from fighting. “This is what it costs.”Eirwen swallowed smoke and pride. “Then pay up.”He slammed her against the wall, mouth on hers before the words had cooled. The ki