Todos os capítulos de The Girl the Alpha Academy Couldn't Break: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Neris's POV"He's alive."Cassian's voice carries disbelief as he lowers the message a courier delivered moments ago, his hand visibly unsteady despite his obvious effort to maintain composure."Your uncle," I say, watching him carefully."Alive, and apparently held somewhere against his will, according to this." He hands me the parchment, formal script considerably more careful than the hastily scrawled threats we've grown accustomed to receiving. "Unsigned. No indication who sent it. Simply coordinates and a single line confirming Varrick's survival.""That's considerably convenient timing," Lucien says, taking the message to examine it himself, "given we've spent the last two days searching for exactly this information.""You think it's a trap.""I think someone wants us to believe he's alive badly enough to hand us precise coordinates rather than making us work for them." Lucien's analytical focus sharpens further. "Whoever's been crossing names off that Continuance roster may hav

Neris's POV"This is it. The ravine where it supposedly happened."Lucien's voice carries careful weight as our small group descends the familiar slope, the same stretch of forest where I once hid beneath floorboards while my parents fought to buy me time, considerably more overgrown now than it was in whatever fragments of memory I still carry from that night."Varrick's key should fit somewhere down here," I say, studying the small, ornate object still clutched tight in my palm, grief over his death still raw despite everything else demanding my focus."There's nothing visible," Evren says, scanning the ravine's rocky walls with careful, methodical attention. "No door, no obvious entrance, nothing suggesting a sealed chamber exists anywhere nearby.""Then it's hidden deliberately," Cassian says, his voice carrying the particular steadiness of someone forcing himself to focus on the task rather than the grief still visibly weighing on him since his uncle's death. "Varrick spent eight

Neris's POV"Her name was Mara Densley."Lucien slides a folder across the table, considerably thinner than I expect given how difficult this search apparently proved. "She's been living under a different identity for the past fifteen years, in a settlement well beyond any territory currently aligned with either faction of this conflict.""You're certain it's her.""Reasonably certain. The physical description matches what little record remains, and the timeline aligns precisely with when she would have needed to disappear." His expression carries careful caution now. "I'd recommend approaching this carefully, Neris. Whoever she's hiding from clearly frightened her enough to abandon her entire previous identity."The settlement sits considerably removed from anything resembling territorial authority, small and quiet, the kind of place people choose specifically because no one asks questions.We find her tending a modest garden, older than I expect, her hands steady despite the obvious

Neris's POV"You know what this is."I hold the pendant up in the lantern light, and Selene's eyes lock onto it before she can stop them.She sits on the narrow bed in the academy's east guest wing, wrists unbound, a pair of Petra's students posted outside the door. Her face is still mine. The longer I look at it, the less it feels like a comfort."It's a crescent," she says. "A pretty one.""You looked at it like it was something else.""I looked at it because you shoved it in my face.""You looked at the rim." I turn it so the three notches catch the light, the long one at the end. "Right where the notches are. Not at the stone, not at the chain. Right where it matters."Her mouth tightens. Behind me, Cassian shifts his weight near the door, and Evren leans against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her like a man waiting for a trap to spring. Lucien stands closest to the bed, a folded sheet of paper in his hand.We reached the academy an hour ago, and I haven't stopped shakin

Neris's POV"You knew."I say it before the silver light has finished draining out of the chamber, before the ringing in my ears fades. Darius is still in the doorway, one hand pressed to his bandaged side, and he hasn't looked surprised once."I knew pieces," he says."You stood there and said nothing while that thing talked." My voice cracks. "Tell me what you know. All of it, not the careful version."Darius closes his eyes. When he opens them, the caution I've learned to expect from him is gone."The guardians taught a verse to every initiate," he says. "We were never told what it meant, only that it was older than the Threshold itself and must never be spoken outside our order." He draws a breath and recites it flat, the way a man reads out a sentence passed on someone else. "Two daughters of one root, born in the same hour. One will hold the door shut. One will throw it wide. What waits beyond will answer the stronger hand."The chamber is silent. The cracked basin hums faintly,