Alle Kapitel von GHOST REVENGE: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

MAYA"I have no idea what happened," I answered Edward's question, keeping my voice as flat and unbothered as I could while wiping the blood from my bottom lip."Why would her head spin when you stared at the picture?" he asked further, his brow furrowed as his mind finally cleared of the remaining poison. His eyes darted between the grand portrait of Philomena and Clara, who was still trembling on the cold floor."I only looked at the direction my eyes took me to," I said, holding his gaze for a short second before looking away. "Her head spun because I gave her a blow on the head. We just fought."Without waiting for him to reply, I turned on my heel and walked out of the dining hall.My heart was hammering against my ribs, but beneath the pain of my bruised ribs and split lip, a cold realization was taking root. They were yet to see the worst of me. I now knew that by just looking at the picture on the wall, anyone that hurts me faces a head spin, not just Maria like I used to thin

MAYAEdward got in to my room and had a hot bath.The steam rose up in thick, white clouds inside the private washroom, carrying the sharp scent of cedarwood, lavender, and the metallic tang of dried blood from his armor. I filled the copper tub with warm water myself, my mind still swimming in a chaotic whirlpool of confusion and fear.He sat in the tub with his eyes closed, resting his heavy arms against the porcelain rim. I scrubbed his back, dragging the rough sea sponge across his broad shoulders, wiping away the mud and dried gore from his battle at the eastern ridge. My hands were steady, but inside, my heart was hammering violently against my ribs.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard those voices from last night—Maria's hushed whisper, the high-pitched moans, and the heavy, raspy breathing coming from inside the locked Alpha suite. If Edward was miles away fighting traitors, who had been in that room with Maria and Clara?Edward suddenly turned his head, his large, warm hand

MAYAClara wanted to leave, and Maria was begging her.The morning after the terrifying event i, the quiet halls of the palace were filled with the sound of hushed, panicked weeping. I stood near the top of the grand staircase, leaning against the cold stone railing, watching the drama unfold on the floor below.Clara was holding a small leather travel bag, her hands shaking so violently that she could barely keep her grip on the handles. Her face was pale, sunken, and covered in a cold sweat. She looked like a girl who hadn't slept a single second, her eyes wide and bloodshot with absolute terror."The house is haunted!" Clara cried out, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I see faces at every corner of the house! Whenever I turn around, there is a shadow staring at me! I can't take it anymore, Luna Maria! I am losing my mind!"Maria was practically on her knees, clutching the hem of Clara’s dress, her own face pale and drawn from the dizzying attacks she had suffe

MAYAShe began to stay away from me, but Maria was not impressed.Grandmother no longer stood by the stone fountain in the mornings to give me her quiet, respectful bow. Whenever our paths crossed in the wide corridors or out near the gardens, she would pull her heavy woven shawl tight around her shoulders, turn her eyes toward the ground, and quickly walk in the opposite direction. The warmth that had briefly blossomed between us had vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp wall of maternal protection over her grandchild.Yet, Maria saw through it all. She stood by the grand pillars, watching Grandmother avoid me, her dark eyes filled with bitter suspicion."You are already an enemy the moment you started bowing to her," Maria told Grandmother, her voice dripping with venom as she blocked the old woman’s path in the hallway. "Do not pretend you are on my side now. I brought you here to crush a maid, not to give her royal honors!"Grandmother didn't reply to Maria's outburst, she simply ke

MAYAI closed the ancient book slowly, my heart thudding against my ribs as the screams outside gradually faded into the quiet night air.I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, staring down at the dark leather cover resting in my lap. I needed to read the book with no effect on both Grandmother and Maria. The effects it gave them made me want to read, it proved how powerful the grimoire truly was, but I couldn't afford to trigger those agonizing shrieks every single time I opened a page. Every outburst brought guards running, filled the hallway with chaos, and drew unwanted attention to the servant quarters.There must be a way to read it without affecting them, because I needed to get more knowledge from the book. I had to learn how to break the dark spells binding Edward, how to counter Grandmother’s ancestral shields, and how to reclaim my rightful place without destroying everything around me in the process. But to study its secrets in peace, I needed to find a way to suppress its pu