Chapter 126
Author: Ayo _Writes
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For the first few days after Sylvester’s discharge, Emily didn’t leave his side.

She fussed over him with a stubbornness he couldn't resist, and he was grateful but stubborn himself.

He let her hover without comment. What could he have done? Told her to go home?

If Sylvester noticed how often Emily checked the windows, how she tensed at small noises outside, he didn't say anything.

Maybe he thought it was just leftover anxiety from everything they had been through. Maybe he didn’t realize there was something more lingering under her skin.

She hadn’t told him about the car. About the way it had followed her.

About how its headlights had sat like twin, unblinking eyes in her rearview mirror.

No.

Emily had decided it was better to keep it hidden. Better not to worry him when he already had so much on his plate.

Because in fact, if she was being honest, someone was probably watching her every waking hour of the day.

Maybe this one got a little too enthusiastic.

Anyways,
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  • Chapter 127

    Life moved faster than Emily could have imagined. Between working her regular job, squeezing in stolen hours of combat training with Sylvester, and lending a hand to his growing plans for the clan, she barely had a second to breathe. At first, the busyness felt good. It kept her mind occupied, kept the fear at bay. But slowly, almost cruelly, the exhaustion began to seep into her bones, dragging her down like invisible chains. She found herself yawning through meetings, struggling to focus during training, and worst of all, snapping at Sylvester over the smallest things. It wasn’t fair. He had been patient and careful with her. He never pushed too hard, never made her feel like she was failing. And yet, when he noticed her distant stares and sluggish movements, he asked her gently one evening, “Emily... are you okay?” She forced a tired smile, tightening the wraps around her wrists as they prepared for sparring. “Just work,” she lied. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He frowned bu

  • Chapter 126

    For the first few days after Sylvester’s discharge, Emily didn’t leave his side. She fussed over him with a stubbornness he couldn't resist, and he was grateful but stubborn himself. He let her hover without comment. What could he have done? Told her to go home? If Sylvester noticed how often Emily checked the windows, how she tensed at small noises outside, he didn't say anything. Maybe he thought it was just leftover anxiety from everything they had been through. Maybe he didn’t realize there was something more lingering under her skin. She hadn’t told him about the car. About the way it had followed her. About how its headlights had sat like twin, unblinking eyes in her rearview mirror. No. Emily had decided it was better to keep it hidden. Better not to worry him when he already had so much on his plate. Because in fact, if she was being honest, someone was probably watching her every waking hour of the day. Maybe this one got a little too enthusiastic. Anyways,

  • Chapter 125

    Sylvester leaned back against the passenger seat, watching the hospital shrink behind them in the rearview mirror. Geral was behind the wheel, a thick silence resting between them. "You sure you’re good to leave?" Geral asked, glancing at him. "You look like hell." “I’m not going to spend one more day confined to a bed, Geral,” Sylvester hissed. “I’m going insane here.” “Well, insanity is worse than death,” Geral shrugged. Sylvester smirked, tugging at the fresh bandage wrapped around his upper arm. "I’ll live. It’ll take more than a little poison to put me down." Geral snorted. "Yeah, well, don't make a habit of it." When they reached Sylvester’s home, the rest of his team, Verity, Otto, and Hozert were waiting outside. As Sylvester stepped out, Otto strode forward first, clapping him gently on the uninjured shoulder. "You’re tougher than you look," Otto said with a grin. "And you looked pretty damn tough already." Verity smiled warmly. "Yeah…we were worried." "You didn’t h

  • Chapter 124

    Emily’s phone rang sharply, breaking through the quiet hum of her office. She snatched it up the second she saw Geral’s name flashing across the screen. "Geral?" she answered, voice already tight with worry. There was no greeting. Only urgency. "Emily, it's Sylvester. He's been injured. We're at St. Augustine's. He's stable, but... you should come." Her heart slammed against her ribs. "I’m coming," she said immediately, already grabbing her bag with shaking hands. She didn’t bother shutting off her computer or locking the door behind her. The world around her blurred into nothing but static as she sprinted to her car, hands trembling as she jammed the key into the ignition. The drive to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and screeching tires. She didn’t even realize she was speeding until a horn blared behind her and she nearly clipped a mailbox taking a turn too sharply. Then, as she sped down the long stretch leading to St. Augustine’s, she noticed it. A car, dark a

  • Chapter 123

    The first clash of steel rang out like a thunderclap, and the crowd held its collective breath. Sylvester gritted his teeth, absorbing the jarring vibration as Marcus's sword met his with brute force. Each blow that followed felt heavier, more punishing than the last. Marcus attacked with a smooth, almost effortless rhythm, while Sylvester moved like a man at war with gravity itself. He wasn’t clumsy…no, he was too disciplined for that. But swordplay wasn’t his specialty. Every dodge, every parry came from instinct and raw determination rather than honed finesse. He regretted not taking long range weapons seriously. He would have fared better against him with a dagger right now…but none of that mattered. All he had to do was survive. Marcus, by contrast, fought like someone born with a blade in his hand. He danced on his feet, slashing and thrusting with precision, forcing Sylvester to retreat inch by inch. Sylvester breathed through the pressure. Calm mind, steady hand. B

  • Chapter 122

    After securing the duel, Sylvester wasted no time. The foundation of a clan wasn’t just to showcase the strengths of Sylvester’s men…they all needed survival. They needed to know that they won their first fight. And this was it. This was why Sylvester organized this fight. It was one part necessary, one part performative. They needed the respect, because respect and reputation was currency in clan dealings. He called an emergency meeting the following morning. The entire team gathered at the base. It was a modest building they had been renting since Sylvester got back on his feet. While it had a lot of room and some nice amenities, it still had some fundamental flaws. For instance, there was not much outside space. When they needed to drill men of more than a hundred, they had to go all the way to an open field to do it. That was both inconvenient and revealing. "We’ve got willing hearts," he said, sweeping his gaze across Geral, Otto, Verity, and Hozert, "but hearts alon

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