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Synopsis: The Sins That Bind Us

Phileo killed her family. Evelyne knows this. And yet—she walks beside him.

She should have hated him. She should have sought vengeance. But the world is never so simple. The man who tore her life apart is also the only one who can help her uncover the truth—the truth about why her parents were marked for death, the truth about the shadowed hands that still pull the strings from the dark.

But blood cannot be washed away so easily.

With every step, Phileo is forced to confront the weight of his sins, the ghost of the girl he left behind, now grown into a woman who refuses to break. Evelyne does not forgive. She does not forget. And though she needs him now, one day, she will have to decide—justice or survival.

Because when the past finally catches up to them, neither of them may walk away alive.

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Phileo sat against the tree, his sword balanced across his lap. His eyes were closed, but Evelyne knew he wasn't sleeping.

Alsiel, on the other hand, was definitely asleep. Sprawled on his side, arms folded under his head like a pillow, he looked far too relaxed for someone being hunted.

Evelyne hugged her knees to her chest, eyes scanning the trees. She wasn't supposed to be awake. But something felt wrong.

An arrow whistled through the dark.

His sword flashed. Metal met wood. The arrow split in two before it could reach them.

Alsiel barely had time to curse before the trees came alive.

Figures emerged from the darkness, their black cloaks blending into the night. The Order.

Evelyne's pulse hammered. Too fast. Too sudden.

She barely managed to dodge—his sword grazed her shoulder.

She stumbled backward, heart pounding.

Her hands were shaking as she gripped her dagger. She wasn't like Phileo—she wasn't trained for this.

Wild. Desperate. She swung her dagger, aiming for anything she could hit.

The man's fist slammed into her gut.

She collapsed onto her knees, gasping for breath.

Phileo's blade tore through him from behind.

Blood splattered across the ground. The man collapsed.

Phileo didn't spare him another glance. His gray eyes locked onto her.

"Stay down." His voice was sharp. "You're not ready for this."

Evelyne clenched her teeth, forcing herself up. She hated this feeling. Weak. Helpless.

Alsiel's voice broke through the chaos. "You know, I really hate waking up like this."

Electricity crackled in his hands. The air smelled of burnt ozone before he let it loose. A bolt of lightning ripped through the trees, striking down two men instantly.

He stood at the treeline, watching. Not attacking. Not running.

The world blurred around him. The fighting, the shouting—it didn't matter.

Chapter 27: The Hunter’s Snare