《The Girl with the Violet Eyes 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Aria’s POV:Training had become my favorite part of the day. Not because I enjoyed getting knocked onto my back. Or because Professor Kane believed bruises were “excellent teachers.” I liked it because it was the only hour where my mind had to stay in the present.There wasn’t any worrying about the whispers, Jasper, or confusing kisses. Just surviving the next strike. I tightened the leather wraps around my hands as I pushed open the heavy doors to the combat arena. The room was empty.That was strange. Usually at least a dozen students had already arrived. The training floor stretched before me, silent except for the distant crackle of enchanted torches lining the walls.Then I heard footsteps, slow and measured, walking towards me. Archer stepped out from one of the side corridors dressed in black training clothes instead of his academy uniform. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, exposing the faded scars crisscrossing his skin. No Professor Kane. No other students. Just him.

ArcherThe training arena still smelled like her. Most people would’ve smelled sweat. I smelled rain, wildflowers, and the lingering trace of something I couldn’t name. I slammed my locker shut harder than necessary.“You’ve done that three times.”Kieran leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded across his chest.“The locker hasn’t offended you.”I ignored him. Instead, I shoved my practice sword into its sheath.“Still thinking about yesterday?”Silence.“I’ll take that as a yes.”I started toward the exit. Kieran fell into step beside me.“I’ve never seen your wolf react like that.”“Neither have I.”“You looked like you were trying not to shift.”“I was.” He was quiet for several steps.“What exactly happened?”I stopped walking. “I don’t know.”“You know more than you’re saying.”I looked toward the mountains beyond the academy walls.“My wolf…”The words felt strange even saying them aloud. What “…recognized something.”Kieran frowned. “What?”“I wish I knew.”We continued

Jasper’s POV:I hadn’t slept well in days. The ceiling above my bed had become painfully familiar over the last week. Every crack in the stone. Every shadow cast by the moon. Every hour that crawled by while my mind replayed the same memories over and over again.Aria laughing in the courtyard. Aria sitting in my lap. Aria’s hands unbuttoning my shirt. Her breath catching when I touched her. Then…“I’m a virgin, Jasper.”The words haunted me like a ghost. Not because she’d said them. Because of my actions afterward. I’d looked terrified. I had been terrified. Not of her. Of myself. I sat up with a frustrated groan, dragging both hands down my face.“Still awake?”I looked toward the doorway. Rylan leaned against the frame with a mug balanced in one hand. One of the few people who’d been around long enough to ignore titles. He didn’t bow. Didn’t treat me like the Fae Heir. He treated me like Jasper. Which usually meant he was about to annoy me.“What time is it?”“Late enough that you’

Archer’s POV:I knew something was wrong the second I stepped onto the training grounds. The wolves were talking. Not the usual kind of talking. This was quieter. Conversations stopped when I walked past. Heads turned. A few students looked at me before quickly looking away. Kieran was waiting beside the practice ring. His expression told me everything. I wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “What happened?” He pushed away from the fence.“Hawthorne attacked Aria.” My body went still.“What?”“She cornered her in the east wing bathroom.” My wolf stirred violently.“Is she hurt?”“Bruised. Maybe worse.”“Maybe?”“Kieran.” He sighed.“Jasper found her.”The name hit differently than I expected.“What did he do?”“He restrained Lorie before she could do anything else.” I waited.“And?”“He carried Aria out.” My jaw tightened.Of course he did. I looked away. For a week, I’d been telling myself Jasper was the problem. That he was selfish. That he would eventually hurt her again. Tha

Aria’s POV: The Council chamber had never felt smaller.I stood in the center of the room with Lucien beside me, surrounded by ancient stone, cold faces, and too many pairs of eyes watching my every breath. Elder Thorne sat at the center of the curved table. He looked almost pleased to see me. I didn’t like that one bit. “We’ve exhausted the standard methods,” Elder Thorne said.Lucien’s hand remained loosely at my back.“The standard methods failed,” another elder corrected.“They all failed,” Thorne replied. “Which is precisely the problem.”I swallowed. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”The doors opened behind us. An unfamiliar woman entered. She was older than the other witches I’d seen at Ebonveil, her silver hair braided tightly down her back. Dark markings covered her hands, disappearing beneath the sleeves of her robes.The air changed when she entered. My magic reacted immediately. A cold prickling crawled across my skin. Lucien noticed the change. His hand tightened