บททั้งหมดของ REBIRTH: She Is Back To Reclaim What's Hers : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Nilah's Pov “What the…?” I muttered under my breath, my heart jumping out for a second. Ael’s brows drew together slightly as he watched my expression shift. The teasing ease that had been sitting comfortably on his face faded, replaced by a gaze that told me that he was going to ask what happened. “What happened?” He asked and I almost let out a groan. His voice was lower now, no longer laced with the same playful tone as before. “Why did you suddenly react like that?”I blinked once, then again, the faint echo of that whisper still lingering somewhere at the edge of my mind. For a brief moment, I almost told him. The words rose to the tip of my tongue, forming naturally as I tried to make sense of what I had just heard. It had been his voice, I was certain of it, but it had not come from him. It had been too close as though someone had leaned directly into my ear and he especially didn't whisper his name into my ears right now. But just as quickly as the thought formed, I stopped

Nilah's Pov My fingers hovered just above a cluster of leaves as I leaned closer, studying the texture and structure with quiet fascination. I could not help the faint smile that formed on my lips. This place was getting more and more perfect in a way I had not expected. Just this garden alone was ten times better than Kendrick's pack, they literally had everything here! “They actually have this here,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “No wonder people here are hailed as healers from the legends. This is so crazy.” For the first time in what felt like a long time, I felt genuinely at ease.But that feeling of excitement did not last because I had a lot of things on my mind that I couldn't really ignore no matter how much I tried. They gnawed at the back of my mind, echoing so many times next to my ears that I just had to ask. I straightened slowly and turned my head toward him, my gaze sharpening slightly as the question that had been sitting in my mind finally surfaced.“Why

Stephanie’s PovThe hotel was easy to miss and that was exactly why I chose it. From the outside, it looked like any other worn-down building, nothing that would draw attention, nothing that would make anyone curious enough to step inside. But the moment I pushed the door open, the atmosphere shifted completely. There was no receptionist and no unnecessary greetings. It was just a man behind the counter who slid a key across to me the second I stepped in.No words were exchanged.I picked up the key, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I turned and made my way upstairs without hesitation. I had been here enough times to know exactly where I was going.Room 207.I stopped in front of the door, my fingers tightening slightly around the key before I slipped it into the lock and turned it. The door opened with a soft click, and I stepped inside, closing it behind me. The moment the door shut, I didn’t even get the chance to take another step.Strong arms wrapped around me from

Stephanie's Pov “D… Damon.” I stammered, shaking my head. I didn't want to hear of this, I couldn't. If someone from the council caught wind of this kind of discussion, I could be killed. “Stop t… talking. Stop talking, Damon. I don't want to die.” I said, my voice shaking. But Damon grabbed my shoulders, his grip tightened around my shoulders before I could finish speaking. The cigarette between his fingers brushed carelessly against my skin. The heat stung, sharp and sudden, and I flinched instinctively, a soft gasp slipping past my lips as my body reacted before my mind could catch up. My eyes lifted to his face immediately, ready to protest, but the words died in my throat the moment I saw him. Something was wrong. The man looking at me did not feel like the same Damon who had been teasing me just moments ago. There was a strange intensity in his eyes, distant and unhinged as though his thoughts had drifted somewhere far beyond this room and he had no intention of coming bac

Kendrick’s Pov The door burst open under the force of my hand, slamming hard against the wall as I stumbled into the house, the scent of alcohol clinging heavily to me. My steps were uneven, my balance unreliable, but I pushed forward anyway, dragging myself deeper inside as irritation simmered beneath the haze in my mind.“Nilah,” I called out, my voice thick and slurred, yet loud enough to echo through the hall. “Nilah, where are you?”There was no answer. I frowned, blinking slowly as if that alone would clear my vision and make her appear. She always answered. No matter what she was doing, she always came when I called, with a smile and some rings of laughter all around the house. She never took so much time to answer me, even if she was working. “Nilah,” I called again, louder this time, impatience seeping into my tone. “I had a lot to drink so bring me honey water. You know I hate waking up with a headache after drinking.”Silence greeted me again, stretching uncomfortably in