Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 The Truth In Blood

Natalie’s POV

“You got them back?” I whispered, my voice feeling like dry leaves.

Baron paused, looking down at the cufflinks.

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A soft, knowing look crossed his face, “of course… You designed them for me, Natalie. Why should they ever be on anyone else?”

He leaned in closer, his dark eyes searching mine. “But you promised me, didn’t you? You told me you’d make another set for me someday.”

I wanted to believe him… I wanted to reach out and touch the cool metal. But the moment I turned inward, the darkness rushed back. My mind was still silent.

“That might not be possible anymore,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought the urge to pull away. “My soul is quiet, Baron. They took everything from me, I can’t transcribe anymore… I can’t even reach the moonstone.”

“Who told you that?” Baron’s voice dropped, turning into a low, commanding growl.

“The bones are mending, Natalie. And the witch doctor has done the Rite of the lost ember.”

“What… what’s that?” I asked, looking at my bandaged hands.

“When they crushed your fingers, they also tried to sever your spirit. To ensure you could still transcribe your visions, I had to call in a favor from the Witch Doctor.“:

I stiffened.

The Witch Doctor? Oh no…

“He performed a ritual,” Baron continued.

I should have been relieved, but a cold stone of anxiety settled in my stomach.

The Witch Doctor never gave anything for free. He always wanted something in return–a debt that was often paid in blood or a life’s service.

“I told you earlier-” I tried to argue but he silenced me with a hand to his lips.

“And I told you, I’d handle it.”

The weight of this debt made me want to cry, to scream, to disappear.

I couldn’t handle the thought of Baron or myself being beholden to such a dark entity.

Does that mean I can transcribe again? Because I still can’t hear or feel anything inside.

I quickly turned my head away, searching for a distraction.

Should ask him? Was it too soon? How can I repay him?

10:31 am

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Chapter 82 The Truth In Blood

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His stare darkened as he stared at me.

“Where’s Yvonne?” I asked, trying to fill the silence in the room.

“She went out to take care of something,” Baron replied, his tone smoothing back into a dangerous calm. “She’ll be back soon.”

I nodded, though a part of me felt a sudden chill in her absence.

Baron watched me for a long moment and finally, he spoke again, his voice dropping into a more serious tone.

“Natalie, there is something you should know. The skin test results for the surgery are in.”

I looked at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I hadn’t expected the results so soon.

“Yvonne’s skin is a perfect match for the graft,” he said.

Surprise flickered through me, but it was quickly replaced with a cold, sharp unease.

I wanted to ask how, but instead I said, “Will she agree?”

“And what if such a major surgery leaves her with side effects? She’s so young, Baron. She doesn’t deserve to end up like me,” } said, gesturing weakly at my bandaged face.

“Natalie. Calm down.”

The power in his voice steadied my heart instantly… I looked up at him, trapped in the gravity of his stare.

He smiled faintly, that beautiful, dangerous smile that always made me forget my own name.

“If Yvonne hadn’t agreed, I would never have forced her. But she didn’t just agree; she claimed it was her honor. Because of her sacrifice, I’ve already announced it to my inner circle. You don’t need to worry about her future, but there is a scientific reason for the match that you should know.”

My curiosity stirred, finally. “What is it?”

“In our world, a match this perfect only appears between close blood relatives. It’s not impossible for strangers.” He leaned in, his voice a mere whisper. “I took both your blood samples for a DNA test but the results will be out the day after tomorrow.”

I felt the world tilt. “You think… you think Yvonne and I might be directly related? That we’re blood?”

“It’s possible,” Baron admitted, his eyes softening as they traced the lines of my bandages. “Especially since she did look a little like you… before.”

I frowned, the word “before” stinging like a fresh cut. “Before? What do you mean?”

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