Novel & Cerita Flowers Are Bait Chapter 7

tactic, to pass through a blooming flower bush. The flower bushes shook, and pollen scattered from the swaying blooms, drifting in the air. Bianca also caught up and suddenly sneezed, her tears instantly blurred her vision. "Oh no!" Bianca thought, did she forget to take her allergy medicine this morning? But she had to catch the thief, there was a pot of black fish soup she had stewed for her mother in the bag! Bianca lowered her body and skillfully passed through the flower bushes. The thief realized that Bianca was only three to five steps away from him, he looked back while running, and accidentally hit a half-meter-high railing, took two steps back, and jumped over the railing.

The bond didn't feel intrusive; instead, it felt comforting, like knowing someone was always there in a corner of your mind. Suddenly, the silver flower on the bench moved on its own. Its stem straightened, and fine silver roots crept out across the stone, searching for an opening. The roots found a small crack between the bench and the earth and slipped inside. Within minutes, the flower had planted itself. Its petals opened wider, emitting a soft light like a firefly. A thin vine grew from its base, winding up Siron’s sleeve and then Elara’s, touching their skin exactly where their blood had mixed.

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

These deceptively delicate flowers would dictate nothing for him. He raised his hand to cast the bouquet aside when a faint, almost ethereal chime reached his ears. His eyes flicked forward instantly. A figure, draped entirely in black, aimed their claws at his throat. Without hesitation, Finn intercepted the blow with the hand clutching the bouquet. The fragile blossoms bore the brunt, scattering into a swirling cloud of petals.

] He would write on and on. [Once she's gone, we'll spend some time together. Remember that cool place abroad you wanted to check out?] [Holly, you're my number one. Always. This thing with Cecilia? It's just for show, for my parents' sake.] [And hey, you promised not to go to the Ocean Sonata Cup, right? Stick with that. Stay home and we'll have our own time.] [Holly, I love you.] Holly had been on the balcony when she read that. If she had not seen Luke tenderly pick up a flower that slipped into Cecilia's hair and tucked it away like a treasured keepsake, she might have kept fooling herself into believing Luke still cared for her.

Almost like it was retribution, more than a bribe. Still she wasn’t falling for it. After all, it could be some elaborate plan of his to sweep her from under. He did it the first time, he could do it again. Right now, all she wanted was to burn SAN Limited to the ground. “Have someone check the flowers for foul play,” She said after a minute of silence, “Then burn it.” ***********

I could feel Leah trying to pull me away from Lyv only to be burned. “Come closer.” An angelic voice echoed in the hallway. I let go of Lyv’s arm and jogged down the corridor, passing from door to door – following the tune as it got louder the closer I got at the end of the hallway. The embers on my arm left a burning trail. The wilted flower that sat atop a small table seemed to bloom as it burned. I stopped in place and looked at the flower curiously. Its petals bloomed brightly red, its stems blackened from the small fire that ran down the vase.

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The truth had filled the space between us, knitting something fragile and real. But it wasn’t over. The door opened again. And with it, the betrayal that still lingered. Tessa stepped inside, holding a tray with two small bottles of water and protein bars. Her eyes were swollen, mascara smudged like ink bleeding through wet paper. She didn’t speak as she placed the tray on the floor and turned to leave. “Tessa,” I said quietly. She froze. My father raised his head. His gaze settled on her like a storm building.

To make me question myself until I can’t tell up from down. Because that’s what he does. He breaks people. He’s breaking me. I bite my lip, my fingers tightening against my knees. He’s planning something. He has to be. The flowers are a message, a warning, a distraction—something. They’re not just flowers. Not with Matteo. He doesn’t leave things up to chance. And yet… I glance at the flowers again, their colors soft and unassuming. They make the room feel less like a prison, less suffocating.