Todos os capítulos de My Husband sold me to the ICE KINGS: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Ryker "Are you ok?" I asked dew who Was still staring dramatically at me."No. No, wait. Look at me—look at your reflection," Dew whispered, pointing a trembling finger at the glass across the room."What the hell are you talking about? Don't play games with me, Dew."Because I already knew how this guy would pull any trick just to get away from doing anything."I'm not playing games," Dew said, taking a step forward, refusing to back down. "Your eyes. The amber... it just… it just flickered. It went off for a second."What?A cold spike of adrenaline shot through my veins, but I forced my expression to remain an ice-cold mask."You're hallucinating. My eyes are fine. Get out of my room, Dew.""I am not joking!" Dew yelled, grabbing my arm before I could pull away. "Go look in the mirror. Right now. Something is seriously wrong with you."I didn't answer. A knot of pure dread twisted tight in my gut.I turned sharply on my heel. I crossed the room toward the massive floor-to-ceiling

Evaria The breakfast room was quiet. Just as I had finished eating, Helen walked in to clean up the table. I stood up fast and grabbed the rest of the dirty plates. "Don't worry, Helen," I told her, stacking them up. "I'll pack these." Helen shook her head with a gentle smile and put her hands up. "No, no, my dear. You're a guest here. You don't have to do that." A bitter laugh popped out of my mouth as I piled the plates together. "I'm not a guest, Helen. Let's not sugarcoat this. I'm a prisoner." Helen’s face softened up, a sad little smile touching her lips. "Don't talk like that, child." I carried the stack over to the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet, and let the cold water blast over the ceramic. "I'll do the dishes. At least something to keep my hands busy." Helen followed me quietly. She leaned her hip against the counter next to me while the water ran loud over the plates. I stood there for a second, biting the inside of my cheek. There was one question tha

Ryker. What nonsense? Let a witch into my head? I... I know I've known Angela since forever, and she knows as much about me as ninety-nine percent of people out there, but... No way I'm letting anyone intrude into my head. "I'm not letting you into my mind," I said, flat and clear. "I'm not doing that." She breathed, pushing her way back in her chair. "Master Ryker... I... I know you're not comfortable with this, but I just... want to speak with Bree. I think we need an external voice to talk to him. Maybe he will give me reasons." I shook my head instantly. "No. Nothing good will come of that." She stepped closer to the desk, her voice urgent. "I know you're going to be adamant about this, but this is the only way. You can't reach him. Maybe I can. I have the old texts. I know how to bridge the gap into a closed psyche. Once I reach him, we'll know why he demanded a hybrid." I hesitated, but then the black veins beneath my shirt pulsed with a dull, sickening ache. "H

Evaria I hesitated for a second. But what choice did I have? I was trapped in this house, surrounded by monsters who could snap my neck before I could blink. And who knows what a witch doctor can do if I said no. "Oh, yeah. Sure, you can," I muttered, slowly extending my right hand toward her. Angela didn't hesitate. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, her grip unnaturally cold—like holding a piece of ice straight out of a freezer. Maybe that's how witches' hands feel sometimes. I wouldn't know. I hadn't been with one myself. I watched her closely. "I hope you don't mind," she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine. "I'm just going to be... chanting for a second." "No, no, it's okay," I forced out, trying to keep my voice steady. "Do your thing." I watched as her eyelids fluttered shut, muttering strange things that I couldn't even hear. A heavy, suffocating pressure suddenly filled the air around us, making the hair on my arms prickle and stand straight up. I wat

ANGELA "i miss you " i repeated. "Everything about you. The way you used to look at me. The way we... Ryker, I haven't gotten past what happened between us." He stiffened in his chair, his jaw clenching hard. "Can we… just not talk about it?" he asked. But no. I had been calling these guys for days. He knows I always want to talk about this. I haven't gotten past it, and I need to remind him if I have to. This was my chance, and I'm taking every bit of it. "No. I want to talk about it," I asserted. "I can't just pretend it didn't mean anything." He sighed. "It's been five months, Angela. And I didn't call you to my house for this. I called you here because you're my doctor. Someone I see as a sister." A sister. The word struck harder than I expected. After everything we'd shared, that was what I was to him? "I'm not your sister, Ryker," I whispered, stepping even closer until I could smell the sharp, clean scent of him. "And I'm not just your doctor. You know ever