Novel & Cerita Betray Songbird Or Reed

She raised her tear-stained face, catching sight of the powerful Rayden, who was deeply in love with me. In that split second, she gritted her teeth in anger. Hidden from Rayden's view, she muttered a venomous vow. "If I can't have a good life, neither will you, Linda!"

"I asked how you're liking the estate so far? The grounds are extensive and private, surely that's enjoyable enough for you." Oh, was he full of himself? It was good to be at the center of his focus, but I could tell that he was just trying to see me say something I shouldn't. "It is. But so far I have found that I enjoy the company of the birds more than the convenience of the size. I mean, it is good and all that but I just prefer the songs of the bird. And of course, the ornaments are something I couldn't quite get enough of." If I didn't know better, I would say he wasn't pleased with my answer. His jaw throbbed. "And of course, Morris was such a good host. Adelaide too."

Not exactly one of my finest moments. One of the men, whom he calls his brother, Mateo, came in and spoke with me, too. What I don’t understand is why both of them say that getting revenge on Tyler is my best course of action. Ezra even offered to help me get that revenge. I can’t, though. I have been taught, since I was old enough to understand, that the mate bond is sacred. Something to be cherished and respected. Something that is supposed to be gentle and filled with unconditional love until our dying days.

I snapped, feeling a sudden protective instinct rise within me. His voice didn’t waver. “What if he does?” “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.” “You seem determined.” He commented. “I am.” I confirmed. “I’ll help you,” he said at last. His voice was steady, but there was something unreadable in it. Something that made me wary. I exhaled, the smallest release of tension, but I knew better than to trust his charity. “But,” he added, and here it came. The catch. Of course. Lucian doesn’t deal in kindness. He trades in control.

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (internal transition), Maximus (in quiet orbit), Elora (script marginalia) Lila The birds returned that morning. Not all at once. Not in chorus. However, in a few flickers. One wing beat at a time, as if testing whether their sound would still fit into the space now held by the Gate’s new stillness. Their songs felt strange. Not unwelcome. Just... unpracticed. I stood near the basin, fingers dipped in moon-tempered ink, watching the final glyph dry along the inside of my left wrist.

He had taken what I offered, whispered promises into my mouth, carved hope into my bones—then, when every eye was on me, he cut me open. I, Luther Reed, reject you, Olivia Wade. The words slammed through me again, brutal and inescapable. My chest locked until I couldn’t breathe. A scream tore out of me, raw and ugly, shattering the silence. Birds burst from the trees, wings thrashing wildly into the night. I crumpled sideways, clutching my chest like I could hold the pieces together. “He promised,” I choked into the dirt. “He promised.” The bond had been fire. Now it was ash.

The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I trusted him. I trusted her. I gave them all I had left. Eventually, I pulled myself off the floor and reached for another bottle. I opened it and drank straight from the top. It burned going down, but at least it made me feel something different. I took another swig. And then another. The numbness was starting to settle in, which honestly felt like a relief.

Jeremiah and Suzan’s late father. ‘’Your father was my very good friend, and the both of us trusted each other. But he betrayed me. He informed me. Suzan was then very shocked, hearing that her father betrayed him. She was aware that both her father and Mr.Jeremiah were great friends. Even before the painful murder of her late father and mother, she knew how they were very close with Mr.Jeremiah. Truly, she was provoked after hearing such words of information. But then, she refused to let it be known to him that she already knew about the details of those who murdered her parents.

Everything always lead us here. "What are you doing?" My hands clutched the stone tightly. Lightest weight. "Accepting." His eyebrows stitched together. "I need to do something." He nodded and I proceeded from his end. Suddenly, I turned around remembering something. "Will you help me?" "In what?" "To stop betraying myself again and again and redemption." He cocked his head to the side in confusion. Parting his lips, he tried to form words but as if not knowing anything he nodded.

"It's not like you're making it easy." "Oh, I'm sorry," I whispered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you expect me to play the meek little captive while those men leer at me?" "I expected you to have more sense." I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. "There's no reason for me to trust you, Reed. You betrayed me once, so why not twice?" He met my stare head-on. "Someone risked everything to get you out. Someone who..." he hesitated, his voice dropping. "Who'd tear this place apart to see you free."