Semua Bab Alpha's Cursed Twain: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Celeste’s POV The room was a trap closing in. Every breath, every heartbeat throbbed too loud. Killian was here. My lungs ached from holding my breath too long, but I didn’t dare move. Neither did Vanessa. We were hidden, stealthed by Selene’s spell, but Killian’s instincts were keener than magic. He could feel us. The corners of his nostrils flared, his head cocked, his narrow-eyed stare holding the space like a predator aware that its prey was just out of reach. His eyes burned with a slow, simmering rage. His voice was low, measured and deadly. “Where is she?” Selene stood there between him and us, arms crossed, enigmatic. “Who?” Killian’s attention jerked to her, a tempest of emotions brewing in his eyes. “Don’t test me, Selene.” His voice cut like a knife through the tension. “I know she’s here.” His words slithered up under my skin. My fists clenched as

Celeste’s POV Hores suddenly appeared looking shocked. He kicked the cauldron to the side of the room. Selene’s laugh was the first wild cackle that ricocheted off the walls as though she had been certified insane. The goblin, Hores, wheezed as he helped her up with tiny, clawed hands, patting the dust from her robe, his own laugh as unhinged. And then I was laughing too, somehow. Maybe it was how absurd the situation was, or maybe I had finally gone crazy. Either way, the laughter exploded out of me before I could contain it. Then, Vanessa, still dripping from her earlier water slap, exhaled slowly, shakily. She peered down at me and at Selene to the goblin, and her lips quirked. “Oh, screw it,” she muttered. Then, she joined in. For a good half-minute, we stood there cackling like lunatics after a cataclysmic near-destruction. It wasn’t even that funny. Perhaps it was that we had nearly died by kitchen explosion, or perhaps we were officially too far gone to operate as regu

Killian's POV I could see the war playing out in her mind, the logic screaming up at her to shove me away, the other part of her desiring my doing the exact opposite. I smirked. Celeste hated when I smirked. Her nostrils flared. “You’re insufferable.” I nodded. “I know.” “I hate you.” I leaned closer. “No, you don’t.” Her lips opened, but no words emerged. My eyes fell to her mouth again, my eyes catching how she was breathing just a little too quick, the grip of her fingers tightened even more into the sheets. She wanted me to kiss her. I knew it. She knew it. And that was precisely why I didn’t. So I seized her wrist and flipped them pulling her onto me in one smooth motion. Celeste yelped and placed her hands on my chest as she straddled me. “What the hell…” “Seeing as how you love sneaking around so much,” I murmured as I held her closer by the waist, “maybe I ought to keep you here.” Her

Selene’s POVThe thick red-purple smoke curling in the air started to thin, uncovering the modern room. Sunlight gleamed through the large windows and cast rays on the marble floor. The cauldron in the center of the room was still brimming with a liquid colour that sparkled.Leaning against one of the kitchen tables I stared across at Vanessa and Celeste who were walking through the front doors. They were smiling, they didn’t even know what they just entered into.Beside me the little goblin thing chuckled throatily, then winked out with a twisting of his ugly form. In his stead stood Daemon. He was tall and handsome, well over six feet in height. Shoulders, chest, slim waist. Everything about him was just right. His black hair fell to past his shoulders; perfectly chiseled features showed off eyes which glowed that red I had seen earlier. To all extents he appeared human.Daemon flexed, creating an image of the mythical completely at ease within his new skin. “Ah, I’ve missed free

Selene's POV I slid the ring on and looked at Daemon, who was suddenly all smirky again. Leaning against the counter with his arms now folded over his chest, he watched me.“Let’s get ready,” I said, stretching my arms to the ceiling and standing up straight.Daemon arched his brow. “We’re getting ready and you won’t tell me why?”I turned slightly to look in the small mirror hanging on the wall, fixing my hair as if I had all night to do that. “To see if everything’s working like it’s supposed to.”His smirk widened, but there was something speculative in his gaze. “You really enjoy stirring the pot, don’t you?”I turned back to him, smile widening. “Only when the soup is worth tasting.”Daemon chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a handful.”Closing the distance between us I stood close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. He tensed, making me smile wider.“Step back,” I murmured, lifting my hands in front of me.Daemon sighed but did as I asked and stepped back.I closed