บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan king Forbidden Mate: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 118

Sergio's POV The runner and I saw each other through the narrow opening at the same moment, and neither of us had anywhere to go but toward the other.The passage was barely wide enough for one man, and neither of us could step around the other.There was no room to swing and no room to run, and whatever happened between us was going to happen at the length of an arm.He was young. Younger than me. Thin across the shoulders, with the kind of face that had not finished growing into itself yet, and there was blood on his jaw that was not his own.He had a short blade in his right hand, and he held it low, the way a man holds a blade when he has used it before but not for very long.The torchlight from the corridor behind me threw my shadow down the passage toward him.His shadow stood still on the wall behind him. The air in the passage was cold, and it smelled of wet stone and old smoke, and every breath I took tasted like ash.Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved.'One knife,' I

Sergio's POVI heard Dario's voice before I saw him, and I had never been so glad to hear anyone shout in my life.The scream was still echoing in the corridor when the noble came running back from the great hall.He was out of breath, and there was blood on his hands that was not his own, and he nearly went down on the stone before he caught himself on the wall."What happened?" I asked, and I did not leave the junction."A servant, my lord," the noble gasped, and he pressed a hand to his chest to steady himself. "The scream was a servant. She saw the runner come through the doors.""And the runner?" I asked."Dead," the noble answered. "Doña Clara killed him. She put a kitchen knife into his throat before he took three steps into the alcove."I closed my eyes for one breath. I opened them again."Go back," I ordered. "Tell Clara to hold the doors. Tell her I am still at the junction. Tell her not to move from the alcove until I come for her."The noble nodded and ran.The thin man w

Sergio's POV I shook my head. Then I looked at my hands in his hands.My hands were covered in blood, and his hands were too, and there was no way to tell whose was whose."I keep thinking about his face," I told him. "I keep thinking about how young he was. And then I think about the one in the alcove, and I cannot remember his face at all, and that frightens me more than the first one.""You are still here," Leandro said again, and his voice was quiet. "Say it back to me.""I am still here," I told him, and I did not believe it."The rebel in the alcove," I said. "I went into his throat. I felt it go in. I do not know if he had a family.""He was going to kill Clara," Leandro told me.I nodded. "I know.""You saved Mateo's mother." Leandro said, still trying to comfort me.I nodded again. "I know that too."I held my hands up between us. They were still shaking, and the candle flame jumped every time they moved."They have not stopped," I told him, and my voice cracked. "I have tri

Dario's POVRamiro said the name, and I did not lower my sword, and I did not swing it, and the waste around us had gone very still.The ravine was narrow enough that if I reached out, I could have touched both walls at once. The ice was old and grey and scarred where other men had carved their names into it in years past, and the snow on the floor was packed hard from the boots of a man who had been running for hours.The ice shelves rose on either side of us and cut the sky down to a thin strip of black. Ramiro was three paces away, backed against the far wall, with his torn cloak hanging off one shoulder and his chest heaving.His face was red with the cold, and the skin at the edge of his jaw had gone white where the wind had bitten it. He had lost his gloves somewhere in the run, and his hands were red and raw at the wrists. His eyes were the same eyes I had seen across the throne room a hundred times.I kept my sword level. "Say it again," I told him.He did not answer at once.