Alle Kapitel von His Doll: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Mira's research continued through the following two days with relentless, exhausting intensity, the entire household and our closest allies mobilizing once again toward understanding and hopefully countering this unexpected, devastating threat to everything we'd already achieved."I've found references to the failsafe in three separate guardian texts," she reported during one particularly tense evening briefing, exhaustion evident in every line of her posture despite her obvious determination to push through toward genuine understanding. "Though none of them offer a clear method for actually countering it.""What do they suggest," Ethan asked, his own exhaustion compounding with the fresh, troubling sensations that had continued building steadily since his initial warning on our balcony."Mostly warnings," Mira admitted. "The original guardians apparently understood this failsafe existed but never successfully developed a counter measure. They simply accep

The chamber's temperature continued dropping sharply, and I watched with growing horror as faint, ancient markings similar to what we'd discovered at the Hollow began glowing along the walls Lysandra had clearly prepared with careful, deliberate purpose. "Stop this," Ethan demanded, moving toward her despite the obvious danger building around us, though his steps carried a visible unsteadiness that immediately worried me. "I can't," Lysandra said, something almost regretful in her voice despite her evident conviction. "The activation requires sustained will, genuine commitment, but once it reaches this stage, I no longer possess the ability to simply reverse the process even if I wished to." "Then how do we stop it," Mira demanded, already scanning the chamber's equipment with focused, urgent attention. "I don't believe you can," Lysandra said simply. "Not through force, not through simple opposition

We buried Matthias three days later, in the garden beside Tally's memorial, because Andy said it was the only place his brother would have wanted to rest.Nobody spoke much that morning. The sky hung low and gray over the compound, and the flowers Mira had ordered for our wedding sat wilting in their crates behind the main house, forgotten, a cruel little reminder of the life we had been three days away from beginning.Ethan did not attend.He had not left our room since we returned from the north. He sat on the edge of the bed with his hands hanging between his knees, staring at his palms as though the blood might still be there, and every time I touched him, he flinched, not away from me exactly, but away from the idea that he deserved to be touched at all."You should be there," I had told him gently, that morning. "Andy needs to see you there.""Andy needs to never see me again," Ethan said, his voice scraped hollow. "I killed his brother, Selene. His twin. The one person in the w

I have replayed the next few seconds in my mind more times than I can count, searching for the instant I might have stopped it, and I have never found one.Ethan's arms left me. I did not feel him let go. One moment his heartbeat hammered against my back, and the next there was only cold air where he had been, and a sound tearing out of the doorway ahead of me that no human throat should have been able to make."Ethan!" I lunged after him, but my father caught me around the waist and hauled me backward."Selene, no! Look at him! Look at his eyes!"I looked. Through the open door, in the gray, bleeding light of early morning, I saw Ethan crossing the gravel drive in long, unhurried strides, and with every step his body came apart and rebuilt itself. His shirt split down the back. His shoulders broadened. Black veins crawled up his neck like ink poured into water, and his hands curled, and the claws that tore free of his fingertips were longer than any I had seen, dark and wet and wrong

I do not remember getting into the vehicle.I remember my father shoving a rifle into my hands and Mira sliding into the driver's seat before anyone else could argue, and the gravel spitting from beneath our tires as we tore out of the gate, two black SUVs, six of us in total, Daniel hunched in the back clutching a first aid kit like a talisman. The road ahead stretched long and empty in the pale morning, and every second that slid by felt like a hand tightening around my throat."Call him," I said. "The Brooklyn head. Call him again.""I have called eleven times," Mira said through gritted teeth, one hand on the wheel and the other jabbing at her phone. "He is not answering. Neither is Lester. Neither is anyone in that convoy.""That does not mean anything. They could be in a dead zone.""Selene.""They could be," I said again, and heard my own voice crack.My father leaned forward from the back seat and laid a heavy hand on my shoulder. "We will reach him," he said quietly. "Whateve