Semua Bab Her Last Death : Bab 11 - Bab 20

CassianSilence after death feels like something you can touch.It's like thick velvet pressing against the broken sanctuary settling into the cracks of stone and the mouths of broken saints. Even the wind doesn't want to come in. The altar is split down the middle marble cracked by age and violence and on it lies the woman I should have left to die.Selene doesn't move.Blood has dried in a line on her throat where my teeth pierced her skin. A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience.There's no pulse.No breath.Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness.She's gone.I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore.This one does.I told myself to walkIt's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, th

CassianHer eyes opened wide.They did not open slowly like someone waking up from sleep. They just snapped open in the room that was lit by candles.I stopped moving when I saw her eyes open. I was standing beside the stone table where she was lying.For a second, I thought I had failed to save her. I thought the life I had brought back to her body had not worked.She did not feel warm like she did before. There was no anger or pain in her.She just felt cold and hard like glass.Her eyes looked really black then they got smaller and sharper. She did not blink all. She just stared at the ceiling like she saw something moving above her that no one else could see.I said her name, "Selene."She did not answer.Then she took a deep breath in.The sound of her breathing was really loud in the room.Then she stopped breathing.There was no breath.The silence after that was really scary.It made the room feel like a monster.She slowly turned her head to look at me.It was too smooth like

SeleneEverything stopped when I threw myself at Cassian. It was as if the entire world had come to a standstill, I was unable to move or breathe. I was suspended in mid-air, just a few inches away from Cassian's throat. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and my breath moved across his skin, sending shivers down my spine. Time itself seemed to have lost all meaning, leaving only the two of us locked in this eternal moment, with the world around us melting away into nothingness.Everything was completely silent. The kind of silence that does not calm you down instead it warns you. The room was like an angle full of pressure. It was like reality itself was holding its breath to see what I would do next.I should have taken a step back but I did not.Cassian did not move either.He just stood there like he had chosen not to move. It was not because he was scared or shocked. It was like he was in control. His eyes did not look away from me.They just kept looking at me, measur

SeleneThe sound had stopped. I could still feel the three knocks echoing in the room.The stone floor seemed to be holding them. My bones felt like they were holding them too.I stood beside the broken table, one hand on the wood every muscle tense and ready to snap. Dust swirled through the torchlight in spirals. The room felt old when I woke up.Now it felt alive.Cassian faced the stairwell door below his shoulders still his head tilted slightly like he was listening to something only he could hear. Usually he looked calm and in control.Now I saw a crack in his calm.His jaw twitched slightly. His eyes narrowed, the skin around them tightening up.Fear.It sent a chill down my spine. That was even colder than the fear that had gripped me from the knocks.Before I could speak everything changed.Footsteps.Not imagined. Not guessed.I could hear them even when they were behind a wall or underground or really far away.Four sets.You can hear the leather creaking every time someone

SeleneThe rain was coming down hard. It felt like it was hitting me personally. The graveyard was getting pounded by the rain the paths were turning into mud and the marble angels looked like they were crying. There were lanterns over the place and hunters were moving around trying to get into position. They were all really disciplined and practiced. I could tell they were getting ready for a fight.They knew what they were doing. They had every path blocked every gap sealed. They were all set to take me down. I saw the silver-tipped bolts, the blessed chains, the hooks and the nets. I was standing there with no shoes on next to this crypt with the door wide open. The mud was sucking at my feet. I knew I had nowhere else to go.My senses were messed up. I could smell the earth the iron oil, the lamp smoke, the leather and the human skin soaked in rain.. Underneath all of that I could hear the sound of blood pumping. Dozens of hearts all beating at rates. It was like music.I bent for