Todos los capítulos de Reborn Before the Mark: I Married His Wolfless Uncle: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Eve saw Aria's signal in the guard's palm before he closed his hand around it.The refuge corridor was crowded with people carrying blankets and bundles toward the courtyard. The guard stood beside a side door, pretending to check names as a small shuttered light blinked once, twice, once between his fingers. Eve had seen that pattern at the candidate quarters. Aria used it when words could be overheard.The guard looked up. “Your cart is waiting.”Eve kept walking. The documentation was tied flat beneath her mantle, its edges pressing against her ribs with every breath. She had been told for years that keeping quiet protected her family. The signal told her that quiet had only made her easier to move.“I need the water list from the evidence room,” she said. “The copies are incomplete.”“You were told to leave.”“Then write that I refused.”She did not wait for permission. A

Aria crossed the refuge courtyard as the broken-window alarm still flashed above the gate.Eve stood near the wash trough with one hand wrapped in her mantle. The blood on the cloth marked where she had broken the glass. Two refugees had already run for help, but the courtyard exits remained narrow, and narrow places belonged to whoever reached them first.“Take her alive,” Aria said.Her men moved toward Eve without drawing attention to themselves. That was what Aria preferred: an order that sounded like ordinary security until the person trapped inside it understood there was nowhere left to go.Eve backed toward the broken window. “You sent them.”“I sent people who know what matters.” Aria looked at the sleeve Eve kept pressed against her ribs. “Give me the documentation.”“So you can burn it?”“So it stops being used by people who do not understand the cost of surv

Smoke reached Eve before the heat did. It slid under the archive door in a black ribbon and found the back of her throat. Her guards tightened around her, but she was already moving toward the service passage.“This way,” she said. “The lower corridor opens behind the old records room.”Caelan stayed behind the first two guards. He did not touch her. His sleeve was cut, his face set toward the doors Aria had sealed. Eve noticed because he watched every turn as if he expected the building to accuse him.Eve had watched Lorelai refuse men who treated protection as ownership and still return to Karl by choice. The contrast sat hard in her chest: Eve had spent years being told safety came with terms someone else wrote. Lorelai had made room for a yes.The passage narrowed after the stair. Lamp oil burned somewhere above them. Eve kept the sleeve copy against her ribs and pressed her injured palm closed around the cloth. The pain gave h

Eve reached the coalition copy room on her own feet, but only just.Lorelai caught her beneath the uninjured arm before her knees gave way at the checkpoint. Smoke clung to Eve’s mantle. Blood had dried across one palm and started fresh at the shoulder where the stolen-insignia rider had cut her.“Chest first,” Eve said.“You first.”“The chest.”Lorelai shifted enough to let a custodian take Eve’s weight while she pulled the iron box free. A torn strip of mantle had wrapped around the latch during the escape. She ripped the cloth away, set the chest on the copying table, then returned both hands to Eve.“Let me see the shoulder.”“It is shallow.”“So was your palm,” Lorelai said.Eve gave her a look that would have been sharper if she had not been fighting to stay upright.Lorelai eased the torn fabric aside. The cut was bleeding,

The packet left Aria’s hand at the Whitecliff exchange line at the same moment the Noctis officer reached for it. Caelan moved first.He caught the sealed packet against his palm, turned with the impact, and drove his shoulder into the officer before the man could draw the short blade at his belt. Metal cleared leather by an inch.Caelan trapped the man’s wrist against the side of the cart.“Drop it.”The officer twisted instead. Caelan struck the wrist once against the wood. The blade fell into the road. Behind him, boots scattered. Aria was running.For one instant, every habit Caelan had built around her name urged the same response: contain the scene, quiet the accusation, keep the damage inside the family until he could decide what could survive disclosure.That instinct had always arrived dressed as caution.He looked at the packet in his hand.Then at the soldiers who had heard Aria offer him Moon