Todos los capítulos de The Devil's Broken Doll: Capítulo 301 - Capítulo 306

(Adelaide & Cael)“I want you to myself for a little longer.”The confession struck him in a place no blade had ever reached.For a moment, Cael could not answer. The cavern light moved over her face in shifting bands of colour, and the bond between them carried the truth of her words with devastating clarity. She was not asking to hide from duty forever. She was not refusing the palace. She was asking for him. Not as shield, not as guide, not as shadow standing between her and danger. Him. Just him. For a little longer.The thought that rose inside him was immediate and painful.It is you they will want to see.Not me.The palace had not waited centuries for Cael to return. His people might recognise him, mourn him, question him, accuse him or welcome him, but their awe would not belong to him. The wards would not wake for him the way they might wake for her. The old palace would not bend its stone throat around his name. If the Emberborn remembered anything, if prophecy had teeth af

(Adelaide & Cael) The cavern did not feel silent after Cael kissed her. It felt like it was listening. Every crystal around them seemed to hold the sound of their breathing inside its polished body, catching each fractured inhale and returning it softened, multiplied, transformed into a thousand small tremors of light. Heat moved beneath the floor in slow, molten pulses, the mountain’s deep veins shifting far below them with the patience of something ancient enough to mistake centuries for moments. Adelaide felt it through the soles of her boots at first, then through her knees, her ribs, her hands where they fisted in Cael’s shirt, as though the earth itself had become aware of what was happening and leaned closer. Cael kissed her like he had finally stopped asking permission from the part of himself that had spent centuries surviving through restraint. Not careless. Never careless. Even now, with his hand firm at her back and his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that made

(Adelaide & Cael) Desire, raw and newly awakened, refused to loosen its grip on Adelaide’s flesh. It clung, relentless, even as Cael’s arms closed around her, even as the bond wound itself through her veins like living fire. His heat anchored her to the now, but the vision the crystal had forced into her mind would not let go. It haunted her, a forbidden echo thrumming beneath her skin, as if some ancient god had branded her from within. Apollo. Cael. The impossible ease that had existed between them. The absence of rivalry. The absence of choice. It lingered behind her eyes like the fading imprint of lightning. A beautiful impossibility. A cruel impossibility. Because she knew them. She knew Apollo's possessiveness. Knew the ferocity with which he claimed the things he loved. Knew the darkness that lived beneath his devotion and the violence he was capable of when threatened. And Cael… Cael’s possessiveness wore the mask of patience, gentleness, endless restraint. Yet she had ta