Chapter 370
Chapter 370
Chapter 370
Snowflakes
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I brought the car to a halt in front of my apartment, permitting the heavy silence to settle between us, the same oppressive quiet that had enveloped us since we left the hospital.
After my transformation, my wolf senses have sharpened dramatically; I now perceive energies with an almost painful vividness.
Beside me, Cupid radiates a turbulent storm of emotions. A potent blend of profound sadness and seething anger.
The fury emanating from him surpasses anything I have ever sensed before. Raw, consuming, almost volcanic.
For a fleeting moment, I stole a glance at his profile, marveling at the bitter paradox, how could a man who loves me with every fiber of his being simultaneously harbor such ferocious hatred and rage?
“Let’s go inside,” I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I turned toward him.
He swallowed hard, the motion visible in the taut column of his throat, then gave a single, solemn nod.
We stepped out of the car and entered the apartment in near–total silence.
Cupid moved past me without a word, muttering something about needing to wash away the blood that still clung to his skin.
I watched him disappear into the bedroom. Moments later, the steady hiss of running water drifted through the hallway, and I released a long, trembling sigh.
Exhausted, I drifted toward the television. After a brief hesitation, my finger hovering over the power button, I switched it on, seeking answers in the cold glow of the screen.
To my astonishment, the news carried nothing about the attack. Not a single mention of Feroz being recaptured.
I understood immediately. This omission was deliberate, a calculated shield protecting the director, the agency, and the fragile illusion of public safety.
My jaw tightened with resolve. I clicked the television off and turned toward the bedroom, only to slow my steps at the threshold.
Cupid sat on the edge of the bed, now dressed in soft pajamas, his face buried in the cradle of his palms.
The moment he sensed my presence, he lifted his head. Our eyes met, and the sheer, unfiltered agony etched across his features pierced straight through my chest, squeezing my heart until it ached.
Without a sound, I crossed the room and settled beside him. Gently, I took his hand in mine.
“I don’t want you worrying about anything tonight, Cupid,” I said, my voice steady and warm. “Just rest. The castle’s healthcare system is secure. You don’t need to worry about your rogue family or carry this burden right now p>
For a long moment, he said nothing. He simply searched my eyes, as though trying to decipher something hidden behind them.
“You’re not asking questions,” he finally murmured, his voice low and rough. “Nothing about… me. Aren’t you curious p>
I held his gaze, diving deep into those striking green eyes. What I found there, the unwavering depth of his love, quieted every doubt still swirling inside me.
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“One thing at a time, my love,” I whispered. “For now, just rest. Let me take care of you p>
I leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his temple. He allowed himself to lie back, surrendering to the mattress.
I reached over and drew the thick coverlet up to his chest, my thumb brushing his cheek in slow, loving strokes.
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We remained like that in companionable silence until a soft, weary sigh slipped from his lips. He turned his head to look at me, shaking it slowly.
“Snow… would you be happy if I did something different? Maybe… I don’t know… opened my own workshop?” His voice was tentative, almost vulnerable. “I’ve always loved working on cars. Would you be okay with me doing something so… ordinary? ”
I could scarcely believe we were having this conversation, not now, not after everything but deep down, in a shadowed corner of my heart I wasn’t ready to examine too closely, I knew this mattered.
Beneath the glittering facade of his modeling career lay something dark and traumatic. Perhaps he was finally ready to leave it behind forever.
“You might not even need to work at all,” I said softly, a gentle smile curving my lips. “I saw your net worth once. My jaw practically hit the floor p>
He offered a small, thoughtful smile in return.
“I own a lot of properties too… but they’re all registered under Cupid Godlike. The only one I purchased cleanly, under Jahan Rogue, is the Marlik house p>
“Then we truly don’t need to worry about money or jobs,” I replied, my tone serious yet tender. “Honestly, I don’t care what you choose to do, as long as it’s honest and keeps you safe. A workshop sounds wonderful. I would love it p>
He didn’t respond immediately. His gaze roamed my face, searching, and I caught the sudden flicker of anger flashing through his eyes once more, like lightning behind storm clouds.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice cracking, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you better. I should never have let Feroz lay a hand on you p>
I smiled softly and leaned in again, brushing another kiss against his temple.
“You saved me perfectly, Cupid. I’m here, whole and alive because of you. Now sleep. You look like a man who hasn’t closed his eyes in weeks p>
He didn’t argue. His lashes fluttered shut, and almost instantly, as though his body had only been waiting for permission, he slipped into deep sleep.
In repose, he appeared achingly vulnerable, completely trusting, utterly safe in my presence.
My heart clenched at how breathtakingly beautiful he was, every line and curve sculpted with heartbreaking perfection.
I was still lost in quiet admiration when my phone shattered the stillness with a sudden, insistent ring. I snatched it up quickly to silence it, my pulse spiking when I saw Sera’s name on the screen.
I answered immediately.
“Snow, Feroz is in the hospital now, recovering,” she said without preamble. “We’re burying the entire incident at the Marlik Rogue house. My dad… he doesn’t want Marlik to press charges. It would unravel the whole lie that Feroz was never even there to begin with p>
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I slowly lowered the phone, staring into empty space. Yes. I understood the logic. But fuck him.
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I turn and walked to the window, standing there as the evening sky deepened into bruised shades of violet and indigo. A bitter, almost hysterical laugh rose in my throat at the absurdity of it all.
Not pressing charges, after he shot Marlik’s mother?
Pressing charges was pointless anyway. A man like Feroz didn’t shatter under prison bars, fines, or physical torture. But I knew exactly how to slip beneath his skin and dismantle him piece by piece.
Psychologically. Because he was, at his core, a psychopath.
Perhaps the time had finally come.
I turned back to Cupid, drinking in the peaceful rise and fall of his chest for one heart–stopping second. Then I moved silently to the door, closed it with exquisite care, and hurried out into the night.
Feroz is so dead.
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