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A dense cloud covered the veiled chamber, leaving behind dust and silence. Isabelle couldn't move. The old coffin bore her name, but it was easily identifiable by the worn letters. ISABELLE KINGSLEY. The decaying wood was scraped by her, with a shaking feeling in each hand. It was real. A grave. A burial site bearing her name.' A sudden, cold panic swept through her.'... ". What the hell is this? Gabriel was silent beside her. He stood still—too still. He was unsure of what to make of this. Ultimately, he spoke with a low voice and an unreadable tone. ". “This isn't possible.”. "Explain, Isabelle turned her gaze away from the coffin with her chest tucked in." what did she mean. Despite the darkness, Gabriel's torch light shone through with his sparkling white eyes and dark shadows running down his face. "I can't.". Another shiver reverberated through her mind as he spoke. This wasn't just a mistake. This was deliberate. Someone had plac

The fire was gone. The temple was silent. But Isabelle couldn't breathe. The ghost of her father had slapped her on the cold stone floor, and she was frozen in thought, with only a slight discomfort in her skin. The impact of his words lingered in her thoughts. It’s not your life. Her wrist was gripped by Gabriel.' "Talk, " he ordered. His voice was rough—too rough. He lacks his typical teasing, arrogant behavior, or reserved humor. No. This was something else. Something dangerous. He was angry. Not at the temple. Not at the fire. At her. While Isabelle swallowed with great force, the words would not make a sound. Can someone provide an explanation for what seems impossible, according to her? Her grave had been observed by her. She had observed her father's golden eyes.. And worst of all…. She had felt death. Not that of a wound or an attack. Yet another type of one that stayed with you forever. Like an unfinished story. As unpaid debt.’. She was pulled back t

Wind blew through the broken temple walls, like a whisper of something lurking in the distance. What was waiting? The motion and sway of the torches around those stone columns created rough shadows that rippled across Gabriel's face, deepening sharp lines in his expression. Despite his release, Isabelle still felt his touch. His fingers had lost their warmth, but his words gripped her chest like a chain. It felt so strong and powerful. Her life was not meant to be, she wasn't. She had died. Her heart was still beating inside her ribs as she stood there, struggling to breathe. She felt her stomach twitch and was in a nauseating state as she pulled away from Gabriel, with her legs stiff and shaken. Gabriel didn't stop her. He just watched. He had been keeping tabs on her since she came back.' He had been anticipating this moment. Her voice warmed as she whispered, "Send me. Gabriel's eyes flickered with a deep shade of green, hinting at his desire to inquire. “Say that I’m n

The world felt wrong. Isabelle's breath became too foreign, sharp, and thin when she returned to the temple. The air was a blur. The encounter was similar to coming up with a pleasurable air, but the air was poisonous. Her heart pounded, wild, frantic. Gabriel's hands were still touching her shoulders, too tightly, and unbalanced. They appeared to be too much. The man's presence was unclear in certain areas, and his voice echoed distantly while calling out her name, much like the sound of watermelon. She was unable to pay attention to him. Why? The sight of it was still there when she saw it. The object that had escaped from her chest.' That entity which was embedded in her veins, bones and soul. It had always remained.' Her stomach twisted violently. The temple walls were adorned with torches that flickered, the shadows were stretched and warped, and the air was made thicker by the presence of life in the temple. It's likely that Gabriel felt it, given how tight his grip was

The flame persisted, lingering beneath her skin and curving in all her bones, watching. It was still there. The words of Gabriel were swayed tightly, treacherous, unyielding. "Our resistance endures until you attain it.". Isabelle's breath hitched. He had spoken to her, which was more frightening as she didn't know what it was. Or that she was thinking about it. Her reaction to him was not anticipated in this manner. Not after everything. After years of tormenting and challenging her, he finally found peace in a world where imposes rules. This was months ago. However, this was her first time being out of sight. Unknown things were something that Gabriel Phoenix hated. She raised her head. "Do you think I am capable of breaking my jaw?". The smirk from Gabriel was slow and perilous. "No, little wolf.". I think you're already breaking.”. Her pulse spiked. She hated him. She detested the fact that he had clear vision and could see through her, knowing precisely where to pu