Todos os capítulos de Sins of the Vor’s Daughter : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

DanikaI did not move from the gap.Kazimir came out of the dining room with his face unchanged. Same ice. Same mouth I could still feel between my legs. Only his eyes had altered, and only when they passed over my father.Lethal. Brief. A flicker like a match behind glass.Then it was gone, and he was the shadow again, closing the door with care.“You heard him,” I said.“Yes.”“Force.”“Yes.”“Is that the job too?”He looked at me in the corridor, and for a second I thought he might put his hands on my throat in front of the portraits. He did not. He walked me to my wing without touching me, which after his mouth in the alcove felt like another kind of violence.“He does not decide how I put my hands on you,” Kazimir said, very low. “Remember that when you hate me tonight.”I hated him already. I also wanted him in my mouth because Father had just offered my body to a man as a tool, and I needed to choose a use for it myself.He swept the suite. I went straight to the balcony locks

DanikaHe did not mention the glove.Morning came in gray and ordinary, as if a red dot had not lived on my glass and his thumb had not stayed on my collarbone long enough to change the room. Kazimir swept the suite, said Yulia would come, said the balcony stayed locked. He did not look at the hollow of my throat. I did not make him.My body remembered anyway.It remembered the full drop of him, the crush of his chest, the hard line of his thigh forcing mine apart on cold stone. It remembered his cock against my stomach while glass cracked over us. It remembered cedar and cold air and the way fear had made me lift my hips like a fool. I showered and still felt the print of him. I dressed and the sweater scraped the place his thumb had rested, and my mouth went dry.I did not speak of it. Neither did he. That was how this house survived things.I tested the new boundary the way a tongue tests a cut.The corridor to the east stair was narrow on purpose. Old stone, old control. I timed m

DanikaHe did not answer.The silence sat in the doorway longer than a lie would have lasted. Kazimir’s hand stayed on the frame. His back stayed to me. Then he left the suite as if my question had been weather.Silence was an answer. I carried it like a bruise.The next days became a study in almost.I defied him in small ways the cameras could not call a crime. I took the long corridor when he said the short one. I trained harder than Yulia allowed and watched his mouth go tight. I sat at breakfast with my sweater slipping off one shoulder and did not fix it until he looked, and then I fixed it too slowly.He answered with control that never raised its voice. He moved my chair a half step from the glass. He took my phone and set it on the table between us. He stood in doorways until I passed, a wall that had learned my width.We did not go back to the bath. We did not name the glove or the balcony or the way I had said his name in my sleep. The house watched. We gave it posture.And

DanikaHe was already in the doorway when I turned.Coat still on. Eyes locked on the red words first, then on me, then on every corner of the bathroom like the person who wrote them might still be hiding in the tiles. He did not wait for me to speak. He stepped inside, took a clean cloth from the shelf, and reached past me.The cloth touched the glass. He started at the top of the first letter and wiped down in one long, steady stroke. LOOK disappeared under the pressure of his hand. AT ME followed. WHEN YOU SLEEP smeared into a pink cloud and then into nothing. He did not rush. He did not speak. He just erased the message like it belonged to him to clean.The quiet of it hit harder than any threat. This man who could break a body without blinking was cleaning my mirror at one in the morning while I stood in a thin nightdress and tried to remember how to breathe normally. The sweet cheap smell of the lipstick mixed with the cold that still clung to his coat. His shoulder was close en

DanikaWeapon drawn. Body angled between me and the windows. Boots silent. He cleared the boarded glass first, then the closet, the bathroom, the space under the bed. Only when every corner was empty did he lower the gun halfway and look at me.I was still on the floor with my back against the wall and my heart trying to climb out of my throat. The door I had left open three inches stood wide now. He had come through it in complete darkness and I had never heard a single sound.“No one,” he said.His voice was low and even, but something underneath it was not. I watched the controlled rise and fall of his chest. I watched the way his free hand stayed open at his side like he did not fully trust it. The ninety seconds of black had changed the air in the room. I could still feel the exact place where his heat had been in the dark, close enough that if I had reached out I would have touched him.He holstered the weapon and checked the corridor. When he came back he left the door open onl