A Prey For My Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

-Tatiana- “You’ve been different lately,” Julian said softly, his voice full of concern. “The way you look at him sometimes… it worries me, Tatiana.” I shrugged, tracing the rim of my glass. “I’m surviving. That’s the most I can do in this situation.” “No, it’s more than that.” He leaned in, eyes gentle. “And I get it. He pretends he’s protecting you. But every time you let him get close, you’re spitting on your parents’ graves. They raised you to be stronger than this.” My throat tightened. He sounded so sad for me but he was wrong. They kept me in a cage. Just a little shinier than Kain's. They raised a prisoner. “I haven't forgotten what he did,” I whispered. “You’re wearing the dress he bought you on your birthday. Letting him keep you like a pet while the people who actually loved you are rotting somewhere you weren’t even allowed to bury them.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face, tender. “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I’m saying it because I care. You deserve j

Tatiana POV There was blood everywhere.The thick, dark fluid pooled across the pavement, gleaming under the yellow glare of the street lamps.The lifeless body of my captor lay stretched out on the road.I could not look away from the stains on the asphalt.The sheer volume of blood made my stomach turn.My eyes slowly drifted from the corpse to the heavy, silenced weapon resting in Kain's hand.A wave of intense nausea hit me.In an instant, the freezing air of the highway underpass faded away. I was no longer trapped beneath the concrete structure.I was back in my parents home.I was standing inside a silent, suffocating mansion. I was staring down at the floor, watching Kain step over my father’s dead body with the exact same detached, empty expression he wore right now.He was a murderer. I was staring at a monster, and the most terrifying part was his absolute composure. He had not hesitated for a single moment."Did you," my voice cracked, and I had to swallow hard before t

My hands cramped around the steel grip.I sometimes hated how Julian used to look at me—like some broken thing he could glue back together.And my parents, for building the walls so high I forgot the color of the sky. I didn't want their protection or his pity anymore. I wanted people to look at me and feel afraid.I pulled the trigger.The flash blinded me for a split second, and the recoil kicked hard enough to jar my shoulders. Behind Kain, chunks of concrete blasted off the pillar in a cloud of gray dust. He turned his head, looked at the fresh crater in the stone, and then looked back at me."You missed.""Shut up, I know that." My arms were vibrating from the shockwave. The air tasted like sulfur, and hot tears were blurring my vision."Why don't you put the gun down before you hurt yourself?" His voice didn't have an edge to it. Like always."I said shut up!" It ripped out of my throat, raw and screeching.My panic instantly turned into a sickening need to smash that calm expr

-KAIN- Tires ground against the road. Car doors flew open immediately.Julian was the first person out of the vehicle.It wasn't Dmitri. It wasn't the heavy security team. It was just Julian, sprinting full speed toward us without a single second of hesitation.He ran as if he had known exactly where to look for us on this isolated highway.To me, the sudden panic on his face looked completely rehearsed. Maybe it was real, but I honestly didn't care. He took one look at Tatiana resting in my arms and rushed forward. His hands were extended out, completely intent on ripping her away from me."Tatiana!" Julian breathed. His voice cracked with heavy emotion as he reached toward her.I immediately shifted her higher up against my chest. I turned my shoulder sharply to block his path, shielding her from his touch.My eyes locked onto his. I sent him a freezing, sub-zero glare that carried a silent, deadly warning:Touch her, and you die right where you stand.Julian froze instantly. His

The car slowed to a halt, the engine cutting out with a low hum. Rain drummed steadily against the roof. Through the blurred glass, the limestone pillars of the main house loomed. In the rearview mirror, the headlights of the black SUV veered off the driveway, sweeping across the wet grass toward the gravel path that led down to the old basement structures. It was the same car Julian and I had taken to the club three hours ago. "Where is Julian?" I asked. Kain unbuckled his seatbelt, his movements smooth and entirely unbothered. "Kain." I reached out, my fingers sinking into the damp wool of his jacket sleeve. "Is he in that car?" He turned his head. In the dim cabin light, his eyes were flat. "Where else would he be, Tatiana?" "Where are you taking him?" "I don't trust him," Kain said simply. "That's not what I asked. What are you doing to him?" My voice pitched higher than I wanted, laced with a panic I couldn't conceal. He didn't answer. He opened his door, stepped out into