บททั้งหมดของ Hellblades: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Manolya’s POV Aziz leaned back, sighing. “All I can say is this. Something from that realm has crossed over. But I’m unsure of its motives. It has never attacked you or seemed to be looking for you, so I dropped it when I became too bored.” We ate in silence after that, though my pulse wouldn’t calm. Dish after dish disappeared between us. I ate until I thought I couldn’t anymore, the hollow ache in my stomach finally gone. The meal passed in silence, except for the clatter of plates and the occasional hum from the old woman in the kitchen. I ate until I could no longer ignore how full I was. He watched me finish the last crumb with an expression halfway between amusement and satisfaction. Finally, I found the courage to break the silence. “Thank you… for saving my life. I owe you.” His smirk widened. “Yes. I happen to be a specialist in this area of expertise.” He tapped the side of his temple as if it were obvious. “Remember, a favor for a favor.” A chill slipped down my spi

Manolya’s POV The woman’s hand rested lightly on his arm, pale and delicate. She wore a black trench coat, which Father slipped off her shoulders with practiced ease, hanging it carefully in the closet. Underneath, a burgundy velvet dress clung to her form, draped at the bust and falling elegantly to her ankles. Thin straps showed off her collarbones and shoulders. Her lips were painted a bold red, her dark hair styled in vintage curls. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. She looked like she had stepped straight out of an old photograph. A femme fatale come to life. And I recognized her insantly, it was Bengü, dad`s work associate. I remembered my manners too late, stepping forward stiffly. Pelin coughed beside me, trying to hide her own shock. We suddenly felt like awkward little girls in our plain black dresses. Father’s voice was steady, proud. “Kids, this is Bengü. She works at another company in my building—she’s a real estate agent. She sells luxury houses at the beach. S

Manolya`s POV The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee and warm bread by the time I slipped inside. My cousins were stirring, their voices low with sleep as they argued over who got the last pastry. Pelin lifted her head from the table, her hair a tangled mess. “Where were you?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Nowhere,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just… needed some air.” I grabbed a plate, sat down, and tore into a piece of bread. My hands shook faintly, but I hid them under the table. Aziz’s words still echoed in my ears. That’s my girl. Nobody was in the mood to talk during breakfast. The house felt heavy, as though all of us were carrying stones in our chests. Even the twins, usually so loud and ridiculous, had gone quiet. Pelin was the only one who tried to break through the silence as she dragged me up the stairs, her voice spilling into myroom like sunshine forcing its way past storm clouds. She turned to me, her hands on her hips. “Come on, Manolya, don’t

Emre’s POV The sea was calm this morning, sunlight glittering across the water. For once, I thought that maybe this trip would bring peace and unity to my family. My hand rested steady on the wheel of the yacht, Bengü nestled close at my side, her perfume lingering sweet against the salt air. Behind us, laughter drifted faintly—Manolya at the railing, Pelin fussing with her hat, the twins digging through their fishing gear. For a fleeting second, I believed in normalcy. Then it shattered. The yacht lurched suddenly as Bengü gave a sudden sharp twist of the wheel. “Oh no!!” Pelin cried, tumbling backward onto the sofa. I gripped the controls, teeth clenched, trying to steady the boat, but before I could correct it, I heard the scream. “Ah!” Manolya’s cry. My head whipped around just in time to see her slip over the rail, white dress flaring, wide hat spinning into the air. Her body hit the water with a sickening crack against something hidden beneath the surface. Blood.

Aziz’s POV Damn it, of all the humiliating places to be, I was crammed inside a bag again. I clawed at the zipper from the inside, trying not to hiss out loud as the boat rocked. When it finally gave way, my paw slipped straight into the cursed teeth of the metal and stuck fast. I growled under my breath, twisting and rolling, the bag thumping against the sidewall with every violent jerk of the yacht. Pathetic. I was supposed to be a First-Class demon, not some fumbling kitten tangled in a traveler’s sack. With a final wrench, I freed myself and wriggled out, fur bristling, eyes fixed on the water below. The smell of blood was sharp, undeniable. Manolya’s blood. My muscles coiled tight, and without hesitation I vaulted over the railing. The wind whipped past me, and then the sea swallowed me whole. The sea was cold and merciless. No one saw me, not even Manolya’s fool of a father, too stunned to move. No one… except Bengü. I caught her gaze in the instant befor