Novel & Cerita Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Epub

“She'll grieve. And she'll be alone, with no one in the world except Naya. Do you see? That's the point. She stops looking over my shoulder and goes back to being what she was. A friend with nowhere else to run.” The landing floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. Only you touch her medicine. I'd told Zilla that. I'd made her swear. I had stood in that stale little kitchen and warned her about fruit baskets and strange nurses and she had nodded, solemn, and I had thought, I'm being paranoid. I wasn't. I wasn't being paranoid at all. “When?” Silas said. “Tomorrow night. Or the one after, if the nurse needs time.” “I'll see it through.”

Silas said, his voice dropping into that low, double-toned Alpha rumble that made the hair on my arms stand straight up. "I don't give a single fuck about Raymond's books," Silas growled, his bared fangs extending past his lower lip as his pitch-black eyes locked onto mine. "I don't care about the council seats or the pack vault. None of that ever mattered." He stepped closer to the bars, his breath smoking in the cold air, smelling of rain, copper, and pure territorial poison. "You thought you could buy her," Silas hissed, every word a razor blade dragging across stone. "You thought you could manipulate her mind, forge signatures, and slip a betrothal ring onto her finger while I was bleedi

--- The Forgotten Name That night, she dreamed again—but this dream was not her own. She stood on a field of endless night. The stars were gone. Even the moonlight could not reach this place. Something moved in the dark—massive, soundless, ancient. When it spoke, it was not a voice. It was an idea pressed directly into her thoughts. > You have opened what was meant to sleep. Kimberly turned, her body trembling. “Who are you?” > The First Silence, it said. The breath before the Heart. The darkness rippled like water disturbed by a single drop.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

Truly alone, for the first time since the war had landed on our doorstep. I walked to the center of the room, where a large, flat slab of silver-flecked obsidian served as a bed, covered in thick furs that looked like they had been plucked from the clouds. The silence here was absolute. It was a silence that didn't feel empty; it felt full, like a bated breath. "You’re staring again," I said softly, turning to find Silas watching me. He was leaning against one of the quartz pillars, his arms crossed over his chest. In the blue light of the sanctum, the scars on his torso looked like silver ink. His golden eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide as he tracked the way the silver light danced acr

' Her voice was calm, but I heard the worry underneath, like she was bracing for a storm. 'I can't. It's pulling too hard.' I stopped, gripping the edge of the table, wood rough under my palms. The cottage felt smaller tonight, walls closing in with shadows that danced like ghosts. Outside, the wind whispered through the pines, carrying distant howls that made my skin crawl. Mira's face flashed in my mind—not the protector from the flashback, but twisted, pleading. 'Forgive me, Silas. I had to do it.' Her voice echoed, hollow and desperate, her eyes wet with tears as flames licked at her skirts. Hallucination or memory? The line blurred, and I shook my head, heart pounding.

There was no emerald gown to act as armor tonight, and no witty, razor-sharp dialogue designed to keep a client at bay. She slid directly into Jillian’s space, her bare knees brushing against Jillian’s thighs. She reached up, her palms entirely flat and warm as they pressed against the bare skin of Jillian’s chest. Beneath her fingers, Jillian's heart beat with a slow, heavy, and completely honest rhythm. "You're overanalyzing the silence again," Clara whispered, her voice a low, melodic murmur that barely carried in the quiet room.

She sat up slowly, pushing the covers aside. The room was silent. Too silent. Even the air felt heavier. “…What is happening to me?” she whispered. No answer came. Only the quiet glow of the moon spilling through the tall windows. Sylvie stood and walked toward it. The silver light touched her skin— And for a brief moment— She felt… comfort. Like the moon itself was watching her. Calling her. Her breath slowed. Her thoughts calmed. Then— A faint sound. Outside her door.

Silvio turned sharply at the sound and their eyes locked for a brief moment Jia saw the shock written all over Silvio's face as he stared at her, standing just a few feet away. Jia felt a wave of confusion wash over her. I guess he didn't stalk me all the way here, she thought But then—a woman appeared from inside Silvio's room, draped only in a white robe. She was tall, her long legs exposed beneath but Silvio still towered over her. The woman smiled, holding two glasses of wine in her hands. She handed one to Silvio, her lips curling up in a smile that seemed just a bit too wide

I woke up in a strange villa. "You're awake," greeted a gentle voice. "Are you hurting anywhere? You've been unconscious for three days." It was Ryan, the kind stranger who had taken me to the healer's place before. I offered him a weak smile and said, "Thank you. You saved me again." Then my hand moved to my flat stomach. "The baby—it's gone, isn't it?" Ryan's silence was all the answer I needed. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I closed my eyes and said nothing more.