Free Web NovelChapter 301: A haven?
High above the city, on the dark rooftops, Kiara moved like a shadow given form.
She carried Silvia in her arms, the older woman’s weight balanced against her chest.
The witch robes blended them into the night, swallowing moonlight and lantern glow alike. No magic. Not a single spark.
Every drop of power was being conserved. Every footstep placed with care to leave no trail.
The rooftops were uneven beneath her boots. Tiles shifted slightly under her weight. The cool night wind tugged at her hood and stung her face. Silvia’s breathing was shallow against her shoulder.
Silvia spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."
Kiara nodded without slowing. Her arms remained steady. "Another safe house gone."
Silvia was quiet for a few strides.
Then.
"He’s good."
Kiara’s jaw tightened. "He’s annoying."
A beat passed, filled only by the soft thud of her boots and the distant murmur of the city below. "I dropped a strand before I ran. White hair. Should mislead him for a while."
Silvia let out a faint, weary sound. "Hope so."
Then, more carefully: "Kiara. The orb. That’s what he was sensing. You need to get rid of it."
Kiara slowed but did not stop. Her breath came in controlled bursts. "No."
"It’s drawing him to us every time—"
"It’s the only thing that can kill him," Kiara said. Her voice was flat. Final. "I need that power. I’m not throwing it away."
Silvia fell quiet for a long moment. The only sounds were the wind and the faint creak of tiles under Kiara’s feet. Then she spoke again, gently. "If you kill the mage... you’ll never be able to go back to Lor."
Kiara stopped.
She lowered Silvia slowly to the rooftop, careful despite the tension radiating through her body. She turned to face her aunt fully.
The night wind whipped between them.
When she spoke, her voice carried an edge that wasn’t quite anger yet, but was rapidly sharpening.
"I am risking my life," Kiara said. Each word came out careful and distinct.
"Every single day and night. To avenge my mother." She shook her head slowly. "And you’re telling me to set that aside. For a boy who doesn’t even know I exist anymore. A boy who could leave the moment he found out what I truly am.... A boy I already betrayed."
Her hands clenched at her sides. The grief and rage simmered just beneath the surface.
"There’s no going back," she continued. "There was never going to be a going back. So there’s only one way now. Finish it." freёweɓnovel.com
Silvia watched her in the darkness. "And after killing that mage? What will you do then?"
Kiara opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. The words came haltingly at first.
"I’ll build something. A haven. Somewhere witches are safe—"
"It’s stupid. All witches in one place," Silvia said quietly. "They’d burn it to the ground in a day."
Kiara knew she was right. The truth landed heavily between them.
She stood there in the dark rooftop silence, something raw and unfinished working behind her icy blue eyes.
The future she had never fully allowed herself to picture. The plan that had always been nothing more than forward momentum because standing still hurt too much.
Then the rage broke through.
"I don’t know!" she yelled. Not loudly, but raw and controlled. "Maybe I’ll just keep killing everyone who harms us. Every last one. Until I can’t anymore."
She turned sharply and started running again across the rooftops. Her robes flared behind her like dark wings.
Silvia watched her go for a long moment.
The grief. The momentum of someone who had chosen a direction because standing still was impossible. She should say something.
She should tell Kiara this path had an end she would not survive.
She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Silvia lowered her head and followed. The two of them disappeared into the night, swallowed once more by the shadows of the city.
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Lor lay on his bed in his room, full from dinner and wrapped in that specific lazy warmth of a good evening.
The rich flavors of Mira’s stew still lingered on his tongue. His stomach felt pleasantly heavy. freewёbnoνel.com
The soft glow of the lantern on his desk cast gentle shadows across the walls lined with bookshelves.
He stared at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head, letting his mind drift.
Thoughts of Ameth came first. The narrow alley. The way she had methodically removed her clothes like it was just another vegetable transaction.
How she had stood there completely naked, her full heavy breasts swaying freely, pink nipples stiff in the cool air, her smooth puffy pussy lips glistening with faint wetness, and that tight little asshole visible between her firm round ass cheeks.
She had handed over her warm, damp panties without a flicker of embarrassment.
Lor smiled slowly at the ceiling.
His cock stirred lazily in his pants at the memory.
The easy accessibility of it all, the rotation of willing women, each one offering a different texture, a different flavor of surrender.
He joined his hands thanked whatever gods had reincarnated him into this life with this brain and this particular streak of luck.
A shameless, perverted grin spread across his face. He did not bother hiding it from himself.
After a while he got up. He walked over to the hidden panel in the wall near the ceiling, the attic spot.
He opened it and took out the box that held his growing collection.
Ameth’s black lace bra and panties were still warm from the alley.
He brought them to his face and breathed in slowly. The rich, intimate musk of her wet pussy filled his lungs.
His cock hardened fully. He was tired but wired. Sleepy but restless.
He wanted sex, but the heaviness in his body made him consider simply using the underwear as fap material, stroking himself to release, and then drifting off.
He lay back down on the bed, opened his pants, and freed his hard cock.
He sniffed Ameth’s panties again, wrapping the warm lace around his shaft. His hand moved slowly.
Then Maris surfaced in his mind.
