บททั้งหมดของ Shadows of the Vow: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Antonioni's POVI hadn't blinked my eyes all through the night. I just watched her sleep before I left.Not in some poetic, hopeless romantic way. No. I don’t do that. I watched because I needed to be sure she was breathing. That her skin wasn’t too pale. That the IV drip line wasn’t clogged. That she didn’t stir with pain.She didn’t know that I didn’t sleep. Couldnwas ’t.My band ody laid were still beside her, but my mind never shut up. It kept scanning, her heartbeat, the faint rustle of the sheets, the pulse on her wrist when she shifted.I wrote a note before I left. Simple. No emotions. Just instructions, clear and short. That’s how I function.I didn’t sign it “Antonioni,” of course. Just “A.” The kind of signature that gives you room to deny sentiment later.The scent of strawberry and rosemary still lingered on my fingers. Her favorite. Or maybe Anna’s idea. I don’t know anymore who’s noticing what about her, but I don’t like that it matters.I walked out before sunrise, need

Annabelle's POV I should have known better.He made me drink that wine earlier this morning, the rich, spiced one from the dark bottle with no label. The kind that numbs your throat and makes your body betray your mind. I drank it for him. For us. Because I thought we were finally past this, past his coldness, his moods, his obsession with control.And for a moment… It worked.He let me straddle him on the cushion, like some hungry queen mounting her throne. His body was so warm under mine, muscles taut, pulse strong. I felt him everywhere. My thighs trembled from how full he made me feel.He groaned when I rolled my hips slowly, just the way he liked. The way he taught me. “Spell it like co-co-nut”, He once teased, mid-thrust.God, I missed him.Every inch of him.He held me by the thighs like I was his to conquer again. And I was. Dripping, clenching, surrendering. Every moan I let out was for him. Every kiss, a question: Do I still have you? And when I whispered his name…"Antonio

Lorenzo's POV  We moved at 04:17. The air stank of gun oil, sweat, and something worse—vengeance. I wore black, not for mourning. I wear black to blend into the sins I commit. Grief has no place on my shoulders. Only memory. And retribution. The convoy we targeted was running a silent trail, just past the southeast gorge. Twelve men. Three armored vehicles. No drones. No satellites. No backdoor surveillance. They were lambs. And I? I’ve never stopped being a butcher. Felix signaled the position. Scales and I took point. The first man never even saw the knife. The second begged. A mistake. We slit his throat wide enough to let his scream drown in his own blood. By the time the seventh went down, three of them tried to run. We didn&r

Antonioni’s POV   I was late. Cristo was probably already in the dome, waiting, with that update about Lorenzo's next move. But I was halfway through the hallway when I paused at the guest room. A room that you'd barely notice is there if you're passing by the hallway. Something pulled me there. A presence. I opened the door. And there she was. Annabelle. Curled on the rug like a fallen goddess. Paint on her face. Her robe, slipping off her shoulder. But I didn’t look at her at first. I looked at what she left behind. A painting. I walked toward it like it called me. A girl. Dagger in hand. Her heart ripped open, but not broken. No. Displayed. Offered. I felt something in my chest. Not the usual burn. Something else. Something

Antonioni's POV They always think the hunt begins when they show up. That’s their first mistake.I was watching them four days before the first boot touched my fence line. Four days. Four beautiful, arrogant, pitiful days.They think they move like ghosts. Like legends.But shadows don’t own silence. I do. I'm not just a shadow, I'm the SHADOW KING.I sat above it all, deep in the Observatory, behind a glass screen so black it drank the light. Six monitors. Eighteen cameras.My fingers hovered above the keys.My breath was calm.There was espresso on the table. Still warm. Still untouched.Cristo has already fed me their move. And the ones I watched through his eyes, I watched well.I didn’t need caffeine. Watching them stumble through my playground was a better drug.I let them have a seamless entrance, to make them think their winning had already started. I also didn't want my guards touched by them. So I asked them to leave their posts for a while. And I did their jobs from behind