Chapter 67: The Place I Gave You.
And then Felix moved.
He didn't step forward. He didn't need to.
His hair snapped forward like a blade leaving a sheath. Black and sharp, splitting into hundreds midair. Each strand turned into a needle, then a sword, then a storm. They shot toward Larent's body with one purpose: to end it all.
The garden stilled. No wind. No insects. No breathing.
Even the air rippled like glass about to shatter.
Chloe's breath caught. Her pulse slammed against her ribs. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Larent—"
Too late to warn. Too late to pull him back.
The first strike was always the fastest. Maybe this was Felix's kill move. Maybe he'd been waiting for this exact moment to prove he wasn't the guest anymore.
Felix wasn't testing Larent anymore. He wanted to end him.
No more games. No more measuring. Just death.
