All Chapters of Blood Thirst: God of War: Chapter 91
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Peace
By the time they reached home, the sky had split open with thunder. The bullock cart had barely pulled away when thick sheets of rain began to pour down, drumming hard against the tiled roof. The wind howled through the trees, bending branches and rattling loose shutters.Julius got out first, helping Miley down from the cart before grabbing the woven basket they’d brought back from the fair. The power flickered once inside the cottage…then died completely. Darkness fell instantly, thick and full.Miley groaned softly. “Perfect timing.”“Power lines out?” Julius asked, his voice calm even as a loud crack of thunder split the sky.She nodded, already moving toward the cabinet by the hearth. “Happens a lot during countryside storms. Don’t worry, I have got it.”He followed her into the main room, watching as she pulled out two old oil lanterns. With practiced ease, she lit them. The golden glow bathed her face in warmth, flickering over her features like candlelight on water.“I will st
Froze
The last of the storm dwindled into silence, leaving behind the soft patter of lingering drizzle on the cottage roof. The fire had shrunk to glowing embers, casting a fading warmth into the quiet room. The lanterns had burned low, their flames now flickering uncertainty in the glass. Outside, the night air was cold and damp, curling against the windows like a restless whisper.Inside, Miley lay beneath a thick quilt on the floor pallet near the hearth, her breathing even, her body curled on her side. She had insisted Julius stay in the room. Not for protection…though she did not say it…but for something far simpler. Neither of them had wanted to face the storm’s aftermath alone.Julius had agreed without a word. He had taken his place behind her, not touching at first, leaving a respectful space between them. But as the minutes passed and the fire dimmed, he heard her breathe out a soft, involuntary shiver. The quilt rustled as she pulled it tighter around herself.He moved closer be
Silent promise
The morning sun peeked through low-hanging clouds, casting a pale silver glow over the countryside. Mist clung to the edges of the fields like a stubborn veil, and the air held a chill that hinted at the fading warmth of early autumn. Birds chirped half-heartedly from tree branches, their feathers puffed up against the cold.Inside the small cottage, Miley rubbed her arms as she stepped out into the yard. Her shawl…usually hanging from the peg near the door…was missing. She frowned slightly, scanning the porch. Nothing.Before she could return inside, Julius emerged from the stable, already dressed in his usual dark clothes, his stride confident and steady despite the bite in the air. A thick, handwoven wool scarf clung loosely around his neck.He noticed her at once…her hunched shoulders, the faint shiver in her fingers. Without a word, he tugged off his scarf and walked over.Miley opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance. With simple, practiced hands, he draped
Goodbye!
The sky was still draped in the shades of blue and grey when Miley and Julius stepped outside. The sun was yet to rise, but most of the village had already woken up. Mist curled above the fields, and the scent of damp earth clung to the air. Her family had also gathered early, with some people still rubbing their eyes, planning to go back to bed right after seeing them off. Her grandmother pressed small jars of pickles and bundles of sweets into her hands. The goodbyes were filled with tight embraces, hushed reassurances, and promises of visiting the city soon. Miley tried to hold back her tears, forcing a smile as her mother tucked a protective charm into her palm, while Julius exchanged polite greetings and promises to take care of Miley. Once the trunk was stuffed with gifts and homemade goods, Julius opened the car door for Miley. She slid inside with a last look at her family, waving until they were just blurred silhouettes in the rearview mirror. But as the road stretc
Hidden
Miley pulled her arm free and inched closer. “Sweetheart,” she said softly, reaching out. “You’re okay now. I promise.”The girl whimpered again, peeking up through matted curls. Her lips trembled. “I—I couldn’t find my brother...”Miley’s heart cracked. “We’ll help you find him, okay? You’re not alone.”Julius stood stiffly behind her, every line of his body tense. His eyes never left the shadows beyond the crates. One hand rested on the gun holstered under his jacket.Miley gently placed her hand on the girl’s. “What’s your name?”The child blinked, hesitant. “Rory.”“Well, Rory,” Miley said, smiling gently, “we are going to take care of you.”Julius’s jaw ticked, but he stepped forward, his voice low and measured. “I’ll alert the captain. Get a manifest, check if any children were on board.”Miley nodded without looking at him. She wrapped her shawl around Rory’s shoulders and helped her to her feet. The girl clung to her like a lifeline.Julius turned away, radio already in hand,
Lullaby
Miley gently dried Rory off with a fluffy towel, picking out one of her t-shirts for her, that hit just below Rory’s knees. The little girl yawned, her limbs heavy with sleep as she leaned into Miley without resistance; her trust as fragile as it was whole."Let's get these hair brushed out, shall we?" Miley said with a gentle smile, guiding Rory to the small cushioned bench by the vanity.Rory nodded sleepily, her head bobbing slightly as she sat. Miley reached for the comb and a bottle of leave-in conditioner from her overnight kit. UyShe worked slowly, carefully, spritzing sections of the girl's tangled hair before coaxing the knots apart.As she combed, Miley began to hum softly. The delicate melody of the soothing song filled the room, like waves lapping a quiet shore. Rory's shoulders relaxed with each pass of the comb. Her eyelids fluttered, then drooped, lulled by the tender rhythm of the song and the warmth of Miley’s hands.After fulfilling some of the preliminary tests
What about you?
The morning sun bathed the villa in soft gold, seeping through thin white curtains and filling every corner with warmth. Birds chirped from the trees outside, and the ocean breeze whispered through the open balcony.Miley sat at the breakfast table in a cotton sundress, sipping coffee and buttering toast. Across from her, Julius scrolled through his tablet, half-focused on the reports coming in from the city. They had agreed to stay one more day at the island, since Miley had told him about Rory’s disturbed mental state. The little girl had been restless during the night, murmuring in her sleep, clutching the covers, probably scared deeply because of what she had faced. And so, they had come to a mutual decision, thinking that a complete day in safety and sunshine might help her condition stabilize. But when Rory stepped out from her room that morning, it was as though someone had replaced the shy, timid girl with a bubbly, excited version of herself, overnight. “Good morning!” s
Day out
The question made him a little shy to admit the fact that he is already in love with her, but when he has explored all the avenues of his heart and finally gets to the conclusion that now, no matter what he does, there is no escape left for him.He decided to open his mouth and give the answer for which Rory was waiting.“I think,” he began slowly, “It happens when you’re not looking for it. One day, someone just walks into your life, and nothing feels the same again.”Rory blinked, then smiled.Miley looked down at her coffee, lips parted just slightly.And Julius, for all his training and armor and control, could not stop himself from glancing apart from her way. Just for a moment, as he soon his brain and year long training of self control took over the desire of his heart and he looked away quickly.But it was enough for him. But while he was thinking he was safe and nobody would have noticed this dare of his, Rory had already saw it.“Oooooh,” she whispered, grinning between the
Lurking
That evening, after a warm dinner at the seaside café, Rory bounced in her seat with barely restrained energy, her fingers drumming on the table as she looked between Julius and Miley.“I want ice cream,” she announced suddenly, grinning. “Let’s go now!”Miley arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t you tired, little girl? You’ve been running all day. You still want to go out?”Rory shook her head with exaggerated determination. “I can surely stay awake for one ice cream.”Before Miley could even respond, Julius was already rising from his chair, keys in hand and a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Come on, then. But we have to be back by ten.”Miley stared at him, amused and touched. This man, who guarded every word, now gave in to Rory’s whims like it was a part of his nature. Shaking her head fondly, she grabbed a jacket and followed the two outside, where Julius was unlocking the car, and Rory bouncing on her heels.The ice cream shop was cozy and bright, filled with the hum of families and the
Candy!
Rory turned, eyes wide. Her breath caught in her throat, too startled to scream. The taller of the two men crouched slightly to her level, holding out a fluffy swirl of rainbow-colored cotton candy.“There you are…”He said with an easy smile. “You came with your mom to buy the cotton candy at our stall but walked off without it. She had paid, but we figured you guys might have forgotten about it, so we were looking for you!”Rory’s heart thudded in her chest. Every instinct told her not to accept anything from strangers, she was old and smart enough for that. But this man's face looked somewhat familiar. And cotton candy… Hadn’t they stopped at a cart earlier? Yes, right before she saw the macaw parrots. Had Miley paid there?She couldn’t remember.Maybe…Her small hand hesitated in the air. “Th-thank you,” she whispered.But before her fingers could even touch the paper stick, the other man, who was shorter and stockier, with beady eyes, stepped forward and seized the hand she was