Chapter 109
Thorne’s POV
The silence was suffocating, stretching laut between us like a rope ready to snap,
And then, it did.
The chaos erupted all at once.
Everyone scrambled to their feet, panic flashing across their faces as they backed away from Thorne, eyes wide in terror. Danton was the first to move, his eyes blazing with fury as he rushed at Thorne. But before he could even reach him, Elara was there, her leg raised, and a swift kick sent him flying
back.
The sound of his body crashing into the floor was drowned out by the clatter of the tablecloth bring yanked away in Danton’s desperate grab for balanced Silver and china scattered across the floor, the sound of them breaking adding to the noise of the room. But it didn’t matter. The attention of the room was already on Therme.
He was at the cage now, the huge iron lock in his palm. It only took a twist before it snapped, breaking apart like a toy.
Without a second thought, Thorne ripped open the door and pulled the young woman out, his voice harsh, “Get out. Now
The woman stumbled backward, her face a mask of fear, One rogue tried to stop her, but Thorne wasn’t having any of it. With a single hand, he grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off the floor. Before anyone could even process what had happened, the rogue was flung across the room, crashing into the far wall with a sickening thud.
“Stop them!” Latice’s voice cracked, his eyes wide with desperation. “Somebody do something Guards!”
But the room was frozen in place, too terrified to move.
Danton was still sprawled on the floor, clutching his broken hip, groaning in pain. Kimberly sat calmly in her seat, sipping wine as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She didn’t even look up.
Thome turned toward Lance, his entire body drenched in blood, his face grim as he walked toward the Rogue King. He picked up a candlestick from the nearest table, his gaze unwavering.
Lance’s voice wavered as he backed away, “Guards, get in here! Help! Kimberly-
Kimberly raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She was watching, waiting, maybe even enjoying the spectacle.
The guards finally poured into the hall, but they were too far across the room to make a difference. By the time they arrived, Thorne was already beside
Lance.
Lance tried to dodge, his body awkward, but Thorne was too fast. His hand seized the collar of Lance’s shirt, yanking it down to expose his chest. And then, with one swift motion, he jammed the candlestick into Lance’s heart.
The room went deathly silent.
Elara’s breath caught in her throat. She watched as Thorne stood over Lance, his expression cold, unmoving. Was this it? Was Lance finally going to
But then, Lance let out a gasp. The candlestick was still lodged in his chest, but the wound wasn’t bleeding. Instead, it was closing, healing right before their eyes.
Lance’s chest seemed to… regenerate. The wound was gone in seconds, as if it had neverexisted.
Flara’s mind was racing, “What the hell?”
Lance wiped the blood away from his mouth, his voice steady but filled with something like quiet amusement. “You did it again, Thorne”
Chapter 109
Thorne’s eyes narrowed, his voice hard. “You’re not dying that easily, are you?”
Lance coughed, blood spilling from his lips. “…I wanted to be friends with you…
Thorne’s lips curled into a snart. “The fuck you are,
The room hold its breath as Lance’s jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He glared at Thorne, but the Rogue King wasn’t backing down.
Lance staggered to his feel, his voice still dripping with contempt, “You really think you can kill me? You think I’m vulnerable?”
Thorne just snorted. “It was worth a try!”
Lance straightened, wiping the last of the blood from his chin, his voice a low growl. “You’ll learn. The Rogue King can’t die. Not like that, Not ever. The Moon Goddess gifted us immortality.”
Elara’s heart hammered in her chest, her thoughts spinning “immortal…”.
Thorne’s gaze flicked to her, then back to Lance. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered.
The Rogue King’s eyes narrowed, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “If you’re ready to be friends, I’m right here. But you won’t get anywhere without me.”
fuck yourself,” Thome shot back. His voice was ice cold.
Lance’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say another word. Instead, he turned away, his posture rigid, and gestured for the other rogues to clear the way- Thorne and Elara didn’t look back as they walked out of the banquet hall, hand in hand. They’d made their point. But Elara couldn’t shake the ling that this wasn’t over, Not by a long shot.
As soon as they were in their room, Elara couldn’t hold back any longer. She turned to Thorne, her voice laced with concem. “Do you think he’s really immortal?”
Thorne didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“Then how do you know?”
Thorne gave a grim shrug, his expression unreadable. “Lance wasn’t always the Rogue King. There was another before him. I’ve heard rumors that the last one didn’t die of natural causes.”
Elara’s eyes widened. “You mean someone killed him?”
Thorne nodded, his voice low and steady. “Exactly. And if we can find out who did it, maybe we can kill Lance too.
ou think they’ll really tell us how to kill their king?”
Elara bit her lip, her mind racing. “But… we’re surrounded by rogues. Do you
Thome pulled her into his arms, his tone soft but firm. “We don’t need them all. We just need the right one. And don’t forget we’ve got Jory inside.
At the mention of Jory, Elara’s eyes brightened. “Right. I forgot about him. He’ll find us soon. Three days, right?”
Thorne nodded. “Exactly. We just have to wait. Three days might feel long, but trust me, things are about to get interesting.”
Elara couldn’t suppress a smile. She was starting to feel that thrill of anticipation. There was no turning back now.
