My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Chapter 266 COMPLICATED FRUSTRATING

SERAPHINA’S POV

The Silencer laughed.

The sound was wrong somehow—too light for the room, too careless for a man bound inside layered psychic restraints.

“Well,” he said when he was done, tilting his head as he looked at Corin, “this is spectacularly bad luck.”

Corin didn’t respond right away.

He took another step further into the chamber, and the door sealed behind him with a muted hum that reverberated through the curved walls.

His gaze lingered on the Silencer, his smile unfurling slow and razor-sharp.

“You should be thanking whatever gods you pray to,” he said, “that I arrived after you were secured. My twin sister is a lot more merciful than I am.”

The Silencer’s smile twitched. “Still sore about last time?”

“I spared your wretched life,” Corin replied pleasantly, but an edge crept into his voice. “And here you are pushing your luck with an arguably more formidable foe.”

The Silencer stiffened, ever so slightly, and his gaze flicked to me again—measuring, reassessing.

“You really think she’s a threat?” he asked Corin, skepticism edging the mocking in his voice. “A half-shifter with a fractured wolf? She’s a novelty. At best, she experienced beginner’s luck.”

The words snagged inside me, tugging at old wounds.

Before I could respond, Corin laughed.

“Oh,” he said, shaking his head, “you poor idiot.”

The Silencer frowned. “Excuse me?”

“You thought you could hold her,” Corin continued, stepping closer now. “Nudge her thoughts. Slip your fingers into the cracks. You thought you were hunting prey.”

Corin glanced at me then, mismatched eyes glinting.

“You were courting your own destruction.”

The Silencer’s gaze snapped back to me, disbelief flickering across his features.

I mirrored the disbelief. Was there another she in this room other than Selene and me?

“That’s not possible,” he hissed. “Her field is unstable. Raw and unanchored.”

“You felt what she let leak,” Corin replied with a nonchalant shrug. “You fell for the trap she set for you.”

I swallowed.

I...hadn’t meant to let anything leak.

The Silencer leaned forward despite himself, eyes widening. “No,” he said slowly. “A half-shifter can’t—shouldn’t—exceed novice levels. There are limits.”

Corin’s smile would have been described as pitying if it weren’t as sharp as a knife’s edge.

“Yes,” he agreed. “There are.”

He looked at me again. “And she hasn’t even found them yet.”

The air itself seemed to shift, charged with a new, electric tension.

It was not pressure, but a sudden alignment, as if unseen currents clicked into place all around us.

Selene, who had been watching quietly from the doorway, exhaled softly. “I think,” she said, “that Seraphina is in capable hands.”

Her gaze met mine. “We’ll speak later.”

I nodded, still trying to process the way the room felt—too full, too layered, like I was standing blindfolded at the edge of something vast.

Selene stepped away, the door sealing behind her with a soft hum.

The Silencer watched her go, then scoffed. “Don’t tell me your Luna believes that bullsh—”

Corin moved.

He crossed the remaining distance in a blink, fingers snapping up to seize the Silencer’s chin.

The man gasped, words cutting off as Corin forced his head back, eyes locking onto his.

“Quiet,” Corin said mildly.

The air folded inward.

I felt the psychic field constricting, not around me, but around the Silencer, layers collapsing one by one like doors slamming shut.

The man’s pupils dilated. His breath stuttered.

Corin’s voice dropped, resonant, carrying something deeper beneath it. “Show me.”

The Silencer shuddered.

Images flickered—not in my mind, but in the space between them, impressions bleeding outward despite the containment.

I tasted salt and rot. Heard distant voices layered over one another. Felt gnawing hunger press in.

Corin sighed after a beat. “That’s disappointing.”

He released the Silencer as abruptly as he’d grasped him. The man sagged forward, coughing, sweat slicking his skin.

“No grand conspiracy,” Corin said, glancing at me, shrugging apologetically. “No shadow council pulling strings. Just opportunists who saw a shiny new toy and wanted to see what makes it glow.”

My stomach twisted. “They targeted me for...curiosity?”

“For potential,” Corin corrected.

A sputtered laugh shook the Silencer’s body. “You should be flattered.”

Corin rolled his eyes. “Ignore him.”

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