All Chapters of THE HEIR OF THE NOCTURNAL CLAN: Chapter 41
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CHAPTER 40 — THE AFTERMATH
The hospital room was bathed in the pale light of dawn when Roman Kael finally allowed himself to close his eyes. The pain in his shoulder had dulled to a persistent ache, a reminder of the bullet that had almost ended his life. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the weight in his chest—the knowledge that César was only a piece of a much larger puzzle.Lara was still there, asleep in the chair beside his bed, her head tilted back, her breathing soft and even. She had refused to leave, refused to go home, refused to rest. She had stayed by his side through the night, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm.Roman watched her sleep, his eyes tracing the lines of her face. The dark circles under her eyes. The slight furrow between her brows. The way her lips parted slightly with each breath. She was exhausted, but she had stayed.Why? The question burned in his mind. He had given her every reason to walk away. He had used her, manipulated her, dragged her into a world of viol
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THE NEW THREAT
The penthouse was silent when Roman Kael woke. The first light of dawn crept through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floors in shades of amber and rose. He lay still for a moment, listening to the rhythm of his own breathing, feeling the dull ache in his shoulder where César's bullet had torn through flesh and muscle.He had been discharged from the hospital three days ago. The doctors had ordered him to rest for at least two weeks. He had given them one.Roman pushed himself up, ignoring the sharp protest from his shoulder, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The penthouse felt empty without Lara. She had stayed with him for two nights after his discharge, sleeping in the guest room, cooking meals he barely touched, watching him with those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through his armor. But yesterday, she had gone back to her apartment. To Mia. To Rafael.The thought of her under the same roof as that man made his blood boil. But he had no claim on
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THE GATHERING STORM
A cobertura estava silenciosa quando Roman acordou. Por um instante, ele se esqueceu de onde estava — os eventos da noite anterior se misturaram a uma névoa de exaustão e algo que parecia perigosamente próximo da esperança. Então ele se lembrou. Lara. Mia. A ameaça. E o silêncio que se seguiu.Ele virou a cabeça no travesseiro. A porta do quarto de hóspedes estava aberta e, através dela, ele podia ouvir o murmúrio suave de vozes. A voz de Lara, baixa e reconfortante. A voz de Mia, aguda e curiosa. O som de uma criança rindo.Roman fechou os olhos e deixou o som o envolver. Ele nunca imaginara isso — uma manhã com Lara e Mia sob o seu teto, o cheiro de café vindo da cozinha, o som de pezinhos correndo pelo piso de mármore. Era uma vida que ele nunca ousara desejar. Uma vida que, por um breve instante, pareceu quase ao seu alcance.Ele se levantou, ignorando a dor incômoda no ombro, e foi até a cozinha. Lara estava no fogão, virando panquecas com destreza. Mia estava sentada na ilha, co
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