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This Daniel: holds still because her fear is not asking for battle yet. “And if you do not touch it?” he asks. “Then it stays what they made it.” “A weapon.” “Yes.” Leah swallows. “And a silence.” The word hurts. Silence has become the enemy almost as much as Charles or Patricia. Silence in records. Silence in rooms. Silence in a bride’s missing voice. Silence around Diana. Silence around Thomas Parker. Silence around every woman is called unreliable because she tried to speak before someone gave her permission. Leah lifts the spool of blue thread again.

This is nothing. I tell myself this for fifty-seven minutes. At 11:20, the phone buzzes. I grab it so fast I almost rip the IV line out. "103.4." Silas's voice is the same low register it always is. But there's something underneath it. A texture I don't recognize. Like sandpaper under silk. "The drops aren't working. She won't nurse. She's just... lying there." My blood goes cold. Lulu doesn't just lie there. Lulu kicks and grabs and shrieks and treats every waking moment like a personal mission to test the structural integrity of everything within arm's reach. Lulu still is wrong. Lulu still is a fire alarm.

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

My voice broke at the end and I lowered my eyes to my hands. Silas stayed quiet for a second before he spoke. “Perfect. Keep that.” My head came up quickly as I looked at him. He had heard my voice break and instead of comforting me, he had noticed how useful it sounded. Before I could decide what to make of that, my phone started ringing. An unknown Italian number filled the screen. I looked at Silas. He leaned slightly to see the number before shaking his head once. I let it ring out, but a few seconds later the same number called again.

At the Safehouse… Katleho was sipping on coffee this time, she was watching Silent voices, my favourite show. “Is this season two?” I asked. “Yeah, how far are you?” “Season 5, episode 11.” “It’s hard not to get addicted. This show is epic.” “Tell me about it!” we laughed. Mika arrived. “What are you guys bragging about now?” he asked, throwing himself on the couch, causing the tea to spill.

he let out, sounding as calm as he was internally. She smirked and pulled her arms over the couch again, "You're right, that was a lie. Seems you do know all there is to know." He let out a light scoff. Maybe try telling him something he didn't know better. "Then do you know this," she clasped her hands, a confident look pulling up her face. "The reason why he doesn't have his voice. He was never born mute." That's because you took it bitch.

The transmission began breaking apart. “John…” Her voice crackled. “…don’t trust—” Static. The screen went black. Sam’s interface flickered violently. Then another voice came through the speakers. It wasn’t Sam. It wasn’t Michelle. It was calm. Cold. Familiar. “Good evening, John.” Every hair on the back of my neck stood up. Bella grabbed my arm. “Who is that?” The voice laughed softly. “You’ve spent years looking for the leader of the League of Silence.”

In a different room. A different life. A speaker made a crackling noise. Static filled the silence. Then a voice. Calm. Deep. One she knew. “You took your time.” Seraphina made a small, broken sound. Silas looked at them. “Who is that?” Neither sister answered. They stared at the screen like kids who opened a door they were told never to touch. The voice kept going. Gentle. Almost like he was smiling. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back here on your own.”

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

It creeps in when you’re not ready, like when you go to call his name during patrol or wait for his dumb rare jokes to break the tension. But there’s no voice. No laughter. Just a cold space where he used to be. Luca hasn’t spoken since. He just sits by the river sometimes, running his fingers along the scar on his shoulder, staring like the water might give him answers. I know what he’s thinking. We all are. Then Silas… I didn't even want to think about him. Was it worth it?