Todos los capítulos de BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Is it over? Sofia, can you hear me? The moon is turning white again, but you’re still standing there like you’re made of stone," Nomo’s voice sounded as if it were coming from the bottom of a very deep well. He was hesitant to touch her, his hands twitching at his sides, eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and raw, unadulterated fear."I can hear everything, Nomo. I can hear the blood cooling in your veins. I can hear the hum of the city's power grid. It’s not over. It’s just... quiet," Sofia replied. Her voice didn't sound like her own. It had a crystalline edge to it, a resonance that seemed to vibrate the very air in the Montague vault. She didn't turn to look at him. Her gaze was fixed on a tall, silver-framed mirror that had somehow survived the explosive feedback of the ritual."You need to sit down. Phuwin is calling for the medical droids. He says the indigo stabilizing agent might have permanent effects on your nervous system," Nomo urged, ta

(PHUWIN MONTAGUE’S POINT OF VIEW)“You’re playing with a fuse that’s already lit, Sofia. If the Triad catches your agents sniffing around their supply lines, there won’t be enough left of them for a funeral,” Phuwin said, his voice as dry as the vintage parchment he was currently scanning. He sat behind a desk carved from a single block of obsidian, the pale light of the Montague lunar-lamps casting long, sharp shadows across his angular features.“The Triad has been breathing down my neck since I was old enough to walk. It’s time I returned the favor,” Sofia replied. She stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette framed by the neon sprawl of the city. Her posture was different now—gone was the hunched, defensive girl from the slums. In her place stood someone with the stillness of a predator. “Nomo knows the routes better than their own drivers. And Somito? He’s a ghost in the machine. They won't even know he's there until the data starts leaking.”“Knowledge is one

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"You’re late, Toby. I told you to meet me at the extraction point ten minutes ago, and you aren't even wearing your gear," Sofia said, her voice tight with a tension that felt like a coiled spring. She stood in the dim light of the sub-level parking garage of the Montague Medical Wing, the air tasting of stale exhaust and ozone. Her eyes, now a permanent, simmering indigo, scanned the shadows behind him. "Where are the transport keys? We have to get to the docks before Klaus locks down the entire Abribi perimeter.""The docks are a graveyard, Sofia. You going there now is just an invitation for the Triad to finish what they started in the warehouse," Toby Montague replied. He stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, but he didn't move with his usual clumsy, eager energy. He was dressed in a sleek, obsidian tactical suit, his hands tucked into his pockets. There was a coldness in his expression that Sofia had never seen before—a look that belonged more

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Don't look at her, Nomo! If you see her eyes, it’ll be the last thing you ever do!" Sofia screamed, her voice breaking against the hum of the Null-Pulse generator. She was pressed against the cold, vibrating floor, her fingers clawing at the concrete as if she could dig her way to Pella through sheer desperation. The violet radiation of the UV-lamps was a physical weight, burning the air in her lungs and turning her Faerie starlight into a sickly, suffocating grey."Shut up, Sofia. You're making this much harder than it needs to be," Toby Montague said, his voice flat and terrifyingly calm behind his polarized visor. He didn't even look at Nomo, who stood in the doorway with his pulse-rifle trembling in his grip. Toby’s focus was entirely on the device in his hand, his thumb hovering over the final execution sequence. "Nomo, put the gun down. You know how these traps work. If you fire, the energy discharge will cook everyone in this room instantly. Is t

(ARON QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Sit down, Sofia. If you go through that door with the fire currently burning in your eyes, you won't even make it past the first security checkpoint in the Medical District," Aron said, his voice cracking like dry timber. He didn't look up from the desk, his hands fumbling with a stack of scorched documents. "You think you’re a predator now because you can throw a psychic tantrum, but you’re still a child playing with a candle in a room filled with gunpowder.""I am done sitting, Aron. I am done listening to the excuses of a man who sold his own blood to the highest bidder," Sofia countered, her voice low and dangerous. She remained standing, her shadow stretching long and jagged across the office floor, fueled by the flickering indigo lamps. "You told me I was a mistake. You told me my mother was a commoner who died of a slum-fever. Every word out of your mouth since I was five years old has been a brick in the wall of my prison. Why should I believe a