บททั้งหมดของ BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)“You’re sweating through the Glamour, Sofia. Do you think I can’t smell the salt and the fear because you’ve painted a pretty picture over your face?” Nomo’s voice was a low rasp, cutting through the hum of the Montague District’s climate-controlled air. He stood by the obsidian-glass window, his fingers twitching near the hilt of his short-blade. He wasn't looking at the neon-lit streets below; he was looking at the way Sofia’s reflection in the glass was flickering like a dying lightbulb.“I’m holding back a flood, Nomo. Give me a break on the aesthetics,” Sofia replied, her voice tight, vibrating with a tonal frequency that made the nearby water carafes rattle. She was sitting on the edge of a velvet chaise, her spine as rigid as a steel girder. Beneath her skin, the violet Faerie energy was a churning ocean, and the Blood Craving was the storm on top of it. She had the Glamour cranked to its absolute limit, masking the deathly grey of her skin and th

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Keep your head down and your mouth shut, Nomo. If you breathe too loud, the sensors in this alley will flag us before we even reach the corner," Sofia whispered, her voice tight with a tension that felt like a coiled spring. She ducked behind a rusted coolant tank, her eyes darting toward the neon glow of the Crimson Chalice. The tavern stood like a jagged tooth at the edge of the Montague District, a neutral zone where the gilded safety of Phuwin’s territory bled into the lawless grit of the outer slums."I’m breathing just fine, Sofia. It’s the sound of your heart racing that’s going to give us away. You’re pushing that Glamour too hard. I can see the edges of the illusion fraying," Nomo replied, his voice a low, raspy warning. He leaned against the damp brick wall, his face pale and drawn. The Montague medical pods had fixed his flesh, but the Fae rot still lingered in his eyes, a silver fog that made him look older than the city itself."I have to h

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)“You expect me to wear this silk noose and play the part of a porcelain doll while the people who murdered my mother are breathing the same air?” Sofia’s voice was a jagged blade, cutting through the hum of the ultrasonic cleaners in the Montague dressing suite. She stared at the gown draped over the velvet ottoman—a shimmering cascade of midnight-blue fabric that looked more like liquid shadow than silk.“It is not a noose, Sofia. It is a flag,” Phuwin Montague replied, his reflection appearing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind her. He was already dressed in a formal obsidian suit, his golden eyes cool and calculating. “Tonight, I am challenging the Abribi Covenant’s claim on your soul. If you appear as a slum-rat, they will treat you like property to be recovered. If you appear as my guest of honor, they must treat you as a sovereign entity. The clothes are the armor you need for this specific battlefield.”“My armor is made of silver and iron, Phu

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Are you going to keep standing there like a statue, or are you going to finish whatever pathetic threat you came here to deliver?" Sofia’s voice was a ragged whisper, but it carried enough venom to make the air between them feel toxic. She gripped the cold iron railing of the private balcony, her knuckles white and trembling. Below her, the Montague gardens were a blur of neon and shadow, but her world was narrowing down to the man standing in the doorway."Threats are for the desperate, Sofia. I’m simply offering you a final chance to look at the board before the pieces are swept away," Klaus Blackwell replied. He stepped out onto the balcony, his movements as precise and bloodless as a clockwork mechanism. Unlike Zilo, who was currently drowning in his own obsessive fever downstairs, Klaus remained a pillar of icy, calculating logic. He didn't look at her with lust; he looked at her like a balance sheet that refused to settle."The board is broken, Kl

(PHUWIN MONTAGUE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Stand back, Nomo. If you continue to hold her, you will be vaporized along with the vault doors," Phuwin said, his voice cutting through the roar of psychic static like a blade through silk. He stepped into the chaotic mess of the reinforced chamber, his formal obsidian coat fluttering in the unnatural wind generated by Sofia’s flailing energy. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, burnt silver, and the copper tang of blood."She’s being dragged to the Abribi Citadel! I can’t just let her go, Sovereign!" Nomo shouted, his face drenched in sweat and his muscles bulging as he tried to anchor Sofia to the concrete floor. "The ritual... it’s like a vacuum. It’s pulling her atoms apart!""I am well aware of what the Triad is doing. They are using the Crimson Eclipse to exploit the vacuum in her soul," Phuwin replied, walking calmly toward the center of the room. He didn't look afraid; he looked like a man who had finally decided to play his last, mos