Todos os capítulos de THE VEILED BRIDE : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

TAMARA When I opened them again, he was still standing there. Of course he was, because apparently the universe had decided it hated me personally. Xander stepped inside. Alexander. He shut the door behind himself, the sound echoing louder than it should have in the small room.I immediately tried to move, my free hand lifting instinctively, reaching for my power again.Nothing. Again, nothing.I tried harder, straining for any flicker of it. Still fucking nothing. Xander watched me the entire time. He didn't move. Didn't speak. He simply stood there, looking at me like he had all the time in the world to spare. I hated that. I hated the way he looked at me, like he knew something I didn't, like this was exactly where he'd expected me to end up all along.I slowly lowered my hand, giving up for the moment."Don't."He raised an eyebrow at that."Don't what?"His voice. God, I fucking hated his voice.I swallowed hard."Whatever you're thinking."His mouth curved slightly, that same s

KIVAI looked down at my own hands. They were still pale, still weak — my body hadn't fully recovered from the Shadow World yet. Every muscle ached, and even sitting upright felt like I'd somehow survived being crushed beneath an entire building.None of that mattered right now. Tamara was missing, and suddenly I couldn't stop thinking about her."I don't know much about him," I admitted.Damien's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean you don't know much?"I laughed, hollow and short. "Tamara doesn't exactly sit me down and give me detailed explanations about every terrible decision she's made."The priestess almost smiled at that. Almost. I didn't."She has enemies," Damien said, leaning against the side of the bed."I'm aware.""No," I said. "You don't understand." I shook my head. "Tamara has always had enemies." I looked toward the window, where the light was soft, too peaceful for what was happening. The whole world outside looked completely normal, and somewhere out there my

KIVAWhere the hell was she? My chest tightened just thinking about it. I could still remember the last time I had seen her, though not properly, not after the Shadow World had swallowed everything and spit me out changed. She was just gone. Just gone.I opened my eyes and found Damien sitting a few feet away, unusually quiet even for him. Not that he was ever particularly talkative to begin with, but today felt different, his attention barely leaving me since the moment I'd woken up, like he was afraid that if he looked away for too long I might simply vanish again. I understood exactly why he felt that way, but I also hated it a little, not because I didn't love having him near, because I did, there was something strangely comforting about knowing he was close enough to reach. But there was guilt sitting underneath all of it too, because I knew what I'd put him through. I had died, maybe not permanently, but Damien had found my body and believed for those long minutes that I was act

KIVA"Are we going to find her?" I asked, the worry still straining in my voice despite everything Tamara had written. I knew she'd said she was fine, but I couldn't help the worry clawing at me anyway."Yes." Damien answered without a shred of hesitation. "But not yet."I stared at him."Why?""Because she asked us not to.""She could be in danger.""She could."I hated that he wasn't denying it, hated that he wasn't offering me some easy reassurance I could hold onto."She could also be trying to handle something herself."I looked away from him."We don't know.""And you're okay with that?""No." His answer came immediate, sharp. I looked back at him. "No."His jaw tightened."I don't like Alexander."I almost laughed despite everything."That is becoming very obvious.""He entered my territory without permission.""Yes.""He took someone from the Northern Gates.""Yes.""He bypassed my guards."I nodded slowly."And he's currently holding your sister somewhere I can't reach."I st

KIVA. The room was quiet when I walked inside, too quiet, and there was something genuinely unsettling about seeing Paige like this. For so long she had been someone I couldn't look at without feeling anger rise up in me, someone who had lied, manipulated people, betrayed me, dragged my sister into danger, and wanted Damien badly enough to be willing to destroy everything around her to get him. Now she sat on the edge of the bed looking nothing like the confident woman I remembered, her face pale, bruises along her cheek and neck, dried blood near her hairline, bandages wrapped around one arm. She looked exhausted. Broken.But I knew better than to mistake weakness for innocence.Damien stood a few feet behind me, silent, though he didn't need to say anything. His presence alone reminded both of us that if Paige tried anything, she wouldn't get far enough to finish it.Paige slowly lifted her head when she heard me come in, and her eyes met mine. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds