Semua Bab The Awakening of Slave: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Kalev’s POVShe was in the west wing when I found her. I was furious that no one had told me she’d woken up. I had wanted to be there when she did. Apparently, she’d been awake for a while.Walking into the library, my eyes landed on her and I gasped.The servants had done a good job. She looked like a completely different person. They’d bathed her and dressed her up. She wore a long dress that swept across the floor. Her hair was curled and piled on the top of her head.It was hard to believe this was the same woman who’d shot arrows across the beach.Senna was sitting near the tall windows. Her posture was rigid despite the softness of everything around her. She didn’t look like she belonged there. She stared out the window, a hardened look on her face.“You’re supposed to be resting,” I said.She didn’t turn her head.“Yes, I know. I’ve been told that several times,” she replied. “It hasn’t become more convincing.”I stepped further into the room, closing the door quietly behind me

Kalev’s POVThe Council chamber felt smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I was just seeing it differently now.I entered the room with my head held up. I knew what this meeting was about. They were going to strip me of my privileges.However, the moment I sat down, I was shocked to hear the head of the council say something else entirely.“Your Architect privileges will be restored,” he said, his tone measured, careful. “With appropriate oversight.”“What,” I snapped at him.“You heard me, Kalev,” he said, his face and voice firm. “I know this is not what you were expecting. However, the people have spoken and the entire capital was enamored with the games this year. Although the events do not sit well with us, we would be amiss if we pulled your position. The people would not be happy. It seems you’ve become a bit of a hero in their eyes. So we are not forcing you to step down. Instead, you will resume your position with oversight.”His words landed heavy on me. I didn’t want to do t

Kalev’s POVShe didn’t ask to see it. That was why I brought her.The Architect’s room sat at the far end of the east wing, behind a door that most of the estate staff pretended did not exist. It required more than a simple key. It was a series of biometric locks and coded access. Only someone with the right authority could enter.Over the past week, Senna and I had talked a bit. There were times when it seemed like she was letting her guard down. But then other times it would just snap right back up. She went into the forest everyday. And she spent most of her nights with Thistle.I was still trying to track down Korrigan and Isolde. But I wasn’t getting very far. Everyday she asked about them though.I decided to show her the architect’s room because there were things there I wanted her to see. I really thought that, slowly, with time, I could earn her trust. The forest had been the first step.This was the second.Senna stood beside me as I keyed in the final sequence. Her express

Kalev’s POVEndrick did not knock. He just came right into my private study. That was my first sign that something was wrong.I’d been sitting by my fire, humming happily to myself. Senna was letting her guard down. I’d seen in in her eyes. I honestly believed that I was getting through to her. I was in it for the long-haul, however long that took. Eventually, she’d forgive me. She wouldn’t forget. But she’d forgive.Endrick barged into my study. He stepped inside with a file in his hand and a look on his face that told me there was something seriously wrong.“You’re going to want to see this,” he said.“That’s what you said last time,” I replied, though I was already standing.“And I was right.”“This is bad, Kalev,” he said flatly. “Really bad.”He set the file down on my desk with a controlled sort of care, like it might explode if he wasn’t careful. The seal on it was older than most of what we dealt with now. The seal was waxed, stamped with a crest I had only ever seen in the d

Senna’s POVI moved away from Viktor, crossing the ballroom floor. Verity started to settle the further away from him I got. I was halfway across the room when I felt a hand on my back.“May I?” It was Kalev’s voice. He was standing in front of me, looking devastatingly handsome in a formal suit. His eyes shone under the lights of the ballroom. His lips tugged into a half smile as he held out his hand to me.Our mate bond pulsed, stronger than it ever had. Verity whined happily, sensing Orrin.The word came out before I could stop it.“Yes,” I said, almost breathlessly.Kalev stepped onto the floor. His posture was noticeably stiffer than Viktor’s had been. His hand settling at my back with a kind of careful hesitation.“You don’t dance,” I said, resisting the urge to smile.“Not well,” he admitted. For some reason, I found that funny.“Well,” I replied. “That makes two of us.”We started to dance. If what we were doing could be called that.There was none of Viktor’s effortless contr