Chapter 1064
Among all the artists and composers who had ever lived, only Stellara’s creations spoke to Katrina’s wounded soul. Those beautiful compositions had served as lighthouse beacons during storms that threatened to drown her spirit completely.
Yet tonight’s mission demanded Katrina extinguish that very light with her own hands, destroying the source of hope that had sustained her through countless trials. ? ?s? ?s f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?.net
Rage exploded from Katrina’s throat as she lashed out at an innocent sapling, her fist connecting with bark and leaves in a futile attempt to silence the war raging within her heart.
Just then, a shadow materialized before her as if conjured from the darkness itself.
Jules emerged from the shadows like a specter materializing from the void.
Katrina’s features hardened the instant she recognized him, irritation flashing across her face like lightning. Her voice cracked through the air with whip-like precision. “What brings you here? Did I not make myself crystal clear—stay away from me and keep your meddling hands off the hunt for Elliana?”
Jules had weathered her arctic temperament and razor-sharp tongue for countless years. He fired back with matching venom, his words dripping with contempt. “My survival within the Griffiths dynasty hangs in the balance here. Why the hell should I listen to you? You declare I cannot interfere, so I should simply bow and obey? What kind of fool do you take me for?”
They had quarreled since childhood—bitter confrontations that erupted whenever their paths crossed, as natural as storm clouds gathering before thunder.
Katrina fixed him with a withering stare, refusing to waste another syllable on his presence.
The silence stretched between them like a taut wire until Jules shattered it. “Now that Elliana’s true identity as Stellara has been laid bare, do you still intend to kill her?”
α ?hαρ gl?v．
Katrina’s gaze flickered toward him, uncertainty dancing behind her eyes for the briefest moment before she masked it with practiced indifference.
The cruel irony of their situation would have been laughable under different circumstances. These two souls, who despised each other with burning intensity and could barely tolerate sharing the same air, harbored an identical admiration for Stellara’s songs. Stellara’s music had captured both their hearts, transforming them into devoted worshippers at her artistic altar.
Earlier, when Elliana had shed her disguise, revealing herself as their beloved musical idol, both Katrina and Jules had felt their worlds tilt on their axis. “Katrina, why aren’t you saying anything?” Jules pressed, his voice cutting through her defenses.
His relentless questioning ignited her temper like a match struck against dry kindling. She lashed out with unbridled fury. “What decision I make is none of your damn business. Mind your own affairs and disappear from my sight!”
“Never!” Jules snarled back, reckless abandon coloring his features. “Listen carefully, Katrina. Should you dare raise even a finger against Stellara, I will make you suffer consequences beyond your darkest nightmares!”
Katrina studied him with growing rage, astounded that he had emerged from the darkness solely to wage war against her mission.
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