Alle Kapitel von The new worlder: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

After hours of torture in every way imaginable, I was finally released. I felt disgusting, used, and hollow, just like every time before. I wanted to claw my own skin off just to stop feeling the ghost of her fingers crawling over me. The only thing that gave me comfort, something I never had before, was the mark she left on my forearm. It would fade soon, like everything else, but for now, I would cherish it. It was still bleeding, though, so I had to wrap it in a bandage. I couldn't risk making Monty worry. Usually, I avoid going home after an encounter with Taralie. I can't stand to be looked at. But today, I needed the walls of my own house. When I walked in, it was empty. No questions, no prying eyes. Good. But I couldn't bring myself to go up to my room, being alone with my thoughts right now felt like a death sentence.I sank onto the sofa and pulled a blanket over my head, wanting to hide from the entire world. I sat there, mindlessly fiddling with Monty’s

"And he’s coming back in three days," she says. My heart stops. Taralie never mentioned this to me. Am I to face her again? It won’t work. I had control then because of the tea, but if I face her when Taralie is in full command, I will kill her. That was the whole point of pushing her away from the start—to prevent exactly this. She cannot go against me. "You can't," I say, my voice low and jagged. "You can't face him again, Vincent. You won't survive next time." Please, I scream internally. Understand what I’m saying. They’ve all seen what Noxius can do. Surely they must realize I'm warning her? But they ignore my plea. I realize then that there is only one thing left for me to do.I have to help her... so she can kill me. It’s the only way out for both of us. She asks if anyone will come with her. I want to roar YES, but I have to go to Taralie first. I must find out what she’s planning. "I can’t. I'm.

Later, when I came back in, Ruben stopped me with a serious face. "We haven't exactly had the chance to talk," he said. "Could we?" I could see something was weighing on him, so I nodded and sat on the sofa with him beside me. We’ve been friends since we were kids. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he says to me. Does he mean Constance? Does he know how I feel? It’s pretty obvious after my breakdown earlier. I just nod again. "When C and I were at Granny Lucille's to get the recipe for the tea, she told me a few things." Oh no, has she told him about me? "So... Taralie." Yep, he knows. "I have to know... what happened? Why did she..." his voice disappears in a shake of his head. I looked around to make sure we were alone and told him. "You know when we were younger? You know how much I always wanted a mate. A soulmate who is just mine and I am just hers. Someone who understands you completely, someone to laugh with, someone to share ever

I felt the heat of his back through my clothes as he carried me the last stretch of the way. I was pretending to be completely exhausted, letting my head rest against his shoulder just to soak in his scent and feel his steady strength. Everything Miles had told me up in the mountains, about the curse, the pain, and the sacrifices he’d made, had caused the last walls around my heart to crumble. My feelings for him were stronger than ever. When we stepped into the apartment, it was completely quiet. The others were likely still at work. "I’m going to toss you onto the sofa," Miles muttered with a teasing smirk, "because I seriously don't have the energy to carry you up those stairs." I quickly hopped off his back, much more energized than I had let on. "Okay, thanks a lot!" I said brightly, immediately bolting for the stairs before he could react. "Hey! That’s my room!" he shouted after me. "Not anymore!" I called back over my shoulder. "Don't you dare go

The trek up the mountain was grueling. What started as a steady climb soon turned into a battle against the terrain and our own exhaustion. The higher we ascended, the more the air seemed to betray us, it grew thin and sharp, making every breath feel like a victory won with a heavy chest. To keep our strength, Monty and I took turns carrying the supplies. Each time we swapped, the pack felt heavier than before, the straps digging into our shoulders as we navigated the jagged rocks and steep inclines. We kept walking until the sun finally dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and deep oranges before leaving us in the encroaching shadows. To pass the time and distract us from the burning in our lungs, Monty talked. He spoke about his life with Miles. He told me about their younger years and how Miles had always been his shield, even when the world tried to break them both. He told me about the day they lost his father, and how Miles, barely more tha