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This time, instead of the iciness from before, everyone could hear the mirth in Kirou's voice. While the rest had no idea why the sudden change took place, the bandit warrior's pupils contracted slightly. This threat was clearly aimed at him. Gritting his teeth, the bandit warrior spoke up with a hint of reluctance in his voice, "I'm willing to trade information on monsters than recently moved into the area and swear upon my life with the about its authenticity, so long as you don't take the lives of my people."

“I am.” Cliffhanger: As the rings settled on their fingers, a tremor ran through the room, and the air around them grew heavy. The veil began to lift on its own, draping itself over Sophia. Then, a voice echoed from the darkness—an ancient vow, spoken by voices long gone. Certainly! Here’s more detail in Chapter 65 to deepen the suspense and tension around the mysterious vow. Sophia stared down at the ring that had appeared on her finger, feeling a strange pulse within it—a warmth that seemed to seep into her bones. She glanced at Ethan, who had taken a protective stance beside her, his brows furrowed as he studied the ring's faint glow.

The silence that followed was heavy, but I held my ground, refusing to back down. Finally, Luca nodded, a reluctant agreement in his expression. “Alright,” he said quietly. “I’ll tell you.” He gestured for me to sit, and I did, my heart pounding as I braced myself for whatever he was about to reveal. Over the next hour, Luca told me everything. The threats, the rivals, the dangerous game he’d been playing to keep us safe. As I listened, a mix of emotions surged through me—fear, anger, and a grudging admiration for the lengths he’d gone to protect me.

Alexander wanted Theo Good to hear him as he was making the call. This retired archeologist had decided to cheat him out of the goods he had bought fair and square. He didn’t care that the classy-dressed customer wanted to pay $100,000 for it. The fact still remained that it was now rightfully his.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

He was already dying to see if she was alright. The tall guy moved towards him and aggressively gripped his collar tightly in his hands. “Just go back to where you came from and never show your face to her. You lost in our game, remember? You have to keep our deal.” He was about to answer him but then, he suddenly heard voices approaching them. “Hey! You two stop that!” They both turned to their side and saw Alex and Theo coming their way. “Chandler, let him go!” Alex ordered him.

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

“Every time I breathe, I feel like I’m stealing air from someone more worthy.” She kept flipping, her pulse gradually quickening. Then her eyes caught a particular entry, halfway through the notebook. The handwriting was darker, heavier, as if pressed with more force. “She looks at me like I’m the villain. Maybe I am. But I’d burn this house to give her freedom. She doesn’t even know she’s caged.” Zara stopped breathing for a second. A lump swelled in her throat—uncertain, unfamiliar. She closed the book gently, not out of fear, but respect. Her fingers lingered on the cover, as if trying to feel what he must’ve felt when he wrote it.

The morning the second leak went live, the city felt colder. Not in temperature—but in tension. I sipped my coffee by the window, watching the clouds roll over the skyline like bruises swelling across the sky. Lucas had left at dawn, chasing another lead. Noah was at school, safe for now. And I? I was waiting. For what, exactly—I wasn’t sure. The storm, maybe. Or the man who’d created it. By noon, Victor Thorne’s name was officially under federal investigation. The audio from the Zurich drive had gone public—raw, grainy, undeniable. He spoke plainly, as if experimenting on dying patients was just business.

I didn't ask them to. “There, we're even.” I said, my smirk growing wider, “You threw away my food, I fed on your blood.” My eerie laughter resounded in the room making Belinda and Nora shift away from me, eyes widened in disbelief. It felt so good to be evil. “You will pay dearly for this!” He spat in between gritted teeth, his voice holding a dangerous promise, his eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “I'll quickly get the car ready,” AJ left but not without giving me a look that said, “Don't get anywhere close to him!”