Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 4`1
Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 4`1 Summary
Finley confronts Larissa with cold detachment, declaring that despite her being his sister, he feels no affection for her and only cares for Honora, whom he raised and loves. He offers Larissa a chance to apologize to Honora and stop causing trouble, but Larissa mocks him bitterly, challenging his loyalty and suggesting a cruel exchange of their children to highlight the bitterness between them.
Tensions escalate quickly as Finley becomes enraged by Larissa’s taunts and grabs her aggressively, warning her not to humiliate Honora again. He pulls out a knife, threatening to scar Larissa’s face as punishment. However, before he can harm her, he suddenly weakens and collapses, dropping the knife. Larissa reveals that she has poisoned him and the bodyguards who try to intervene also fall unconscious, showing her control over the situation.
As Finley struggles to stay conscious, he calls for help, but Larissa calmly informs him that no one will come to his aid since the guards outside are already incapacitated. She reminds him that he destroyed the herbs she cultivated and, since he refuses to make amends, she intends to take his foot as retribution. Finley protests fiercely, but Larissa coldly dismisses his defiance, holding the knife and reflecting on his earlier threat to scar her face.
Larissa’s final words reveal a deep bitterness and wounded pride, as she sarcastically recalls how Finley was ready to disfigure her to avenge a minor insult to Honora. The chapter ends with a chilling sense of unresolved family conflict, betrayal, and the dangerous power Larissa now wields over Finley.
Finley’s gaze locked onto Larissa’s smile, a dazzling expression that was as taunting as it was bright.
“You might be my sister,” he said, his tone icy and unyielding, “but I feel nothing for you. I watched Honora grow up. To me, you don’t even come close to her. However, if you apologize to Honora and swear never to trouble her again, I might let this slide—for the sake of family.”
Larissa’s laughter bubbled up, teetering on the edge of tears. “Seriously? Ever since I returned to the Judson family, everything you say sounds utterly ridiculous. If you can feel such deep affection for the daughter of our enemy, then I’ll gladly swap all your future children at birth. You can raise your rivals’ offspring, while I’ll toss your real children into the slums to suffer. How does that idea sit with you?”
Finley’s eyes instantly turned frosty, radiating a deadly intensity.
“How dare you!” he spat.
“What’s got you so worked up? What does blood really mean here? Even if she is your enemy’s child, you raised her yourself. You have feelings for her—so why should you care?” Larissa’s voice was calm, almost mocking.
Seething with rage, Finley lunged forward, grabbing Larissa by the collar with a fierce grip.
“That’s enough! Honora isn’t like you! Her mother was the one responsible for those deeds! Leopold was right—I’m wasting my breath on you!”
He yanked a sharp knife from one of the nearby bodyguards and slowly brought the blade closer to Larissa’s face.
“Since you’re so stubborn and insist on making things difficult for Honora, don’t blame me if I show no mercy. A few cuts on your pretty face, and you’ll become an ugly monster. You won’t dare humiliate Honora ever again.”
Just as Finley was about to strike, his hand suddenly went limp.
The knife clattered to the floor with a harsh clang.
A heavy wave of weakness swept over him, and his legs gave way beneath him. He staggered, fighting to keep his balance.
His eyes widened in disbelief. What’s happening to me?
Larissa calmly brushed his hand aside and smoothed her collar, her expression unreadable.
“What did you do to me?” Finley bent over, struggling to stay upright.
Sensing something was wrong, the two bodyguards stepped forward to restrain Larissa. But before they could take more than a couple of steps, their legs collapsed beneath them as well.
“Ugh,” they groaned, their bodies convulsing as they hit the ground.
“Fools,” Larissa thought bitterly. “They have no idea who they’re dealing with.”
From the moment they touched her, they had been poisoned.
Realizing the situation was slipping beyond his control, Finley summoned the last of his strength to shout toward the guards stationed outside the door. “We have a problem! Get in here and help me!”
But barely had the words left his mouth before he succumbed to gravity, his body crashing hard against the floor.
The impact sent a sharp ache through his head.
“Don’t waste your breath yelling. The two idiots outside are already unconscious,” Larissa said softly as she bent down, leaning close to him. “No one’s coming to save you. Just like you said, no one will ever know what happens here. I told you—you trampled the herbs I spent so long cultivating. Since you refuse to make amends, I’ll just take your foot as payment.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Finley hissed through clenched teeth, glaring up at her with burning defiance.
Larissa chuckled quietly. “What wouldn’t I dare? At a time like this, do you really think I’d show you any mercy?”
She crouched down, picking up the knife he had dropped earlier, weighing it thoughtfully in her palm. “What was it you said you’d do to me? A few cuts on my face? Tsk, tsk. You truly are heartless. After all, I’m still your sister.”
“Just to avenge a single slap Honora received, you were ready to ruin my face. You can’t imagine how deeply that wounded my fragile little heart.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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