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In Chapter 163 of \u201cWings of Broken Time,\u201d Sage awakens to the intense gaze of Shadow and Snowy, triggering a primal instinct to escape. This moment encapsulates the tension and fear that permeates the chapter, as Sage\u2019s immediate reaction reflects a deep-seated need for survival in a threatening environment.<\/p>\n
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Meanwhile, Haskell engages in a heartfelt conversation with Larissa via text, revealing his vulnerabilities and insecurities. His message about the importance of personality over looks resonates deeply with Larissa, who responds with warmth and affection. Their exchange fosters a sense of connection and hope, as Haskell realizes that Larissa may have felt an attraction to him from the very beginning, contrasting with his previous feelings of brokenness.<\/p>\n
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The following day, Finley and the gardeners toil in the backyard, where Finley grapples with physical limitations due to his recent injuries. His conversation with Larissa reveals her past struggles as an orphan forced to work for her survival, highlighting the complexities of their relationship. Larissa\u2019s defiance and bitterness towards their family dynamics create an undercurrent of tension, as Finley attempts to navigate their fraught history.<\/p>\n
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As the dialogue escalates, both characters confront their grievances and the consequences of their actions. Finley\u2019s plea for understanding is met with Larissa\u2019s chilling declaration of survival at his expense, deepening the emotional conflict between them. Their interaction encapsulates a struggle for power and recognition, hinting at the possibility of eventual reconciliation amidst the backdrop of resentment and fear.<\/p>\n
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**Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das**<\/p>\n
**Chapter 163**<\/p>\n
As Sage regained consciousness, it found itself staring into the piercing, luminous green eyes of Shadow and Snowy. The intensity of their gaze sent a shiver down its spine, causing its scales to bristle in alarm. Without a moment\u2019s hesitation, Sage turned abruptly and bolted, propelled by instinct and the primal urge to escape.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Haskell was engrossed in a conversation on his phone, his fingers dancing across the screen as he typed with a mix of frustration and sincerity: [Don\u2019t set the bar so low, Larissa. It makes me feel insecure. A handsome face can be replaced. A charming personality is much harder to find.] The words felt heavy yet liberating as he expressed his vulnerability.<\/p>\n
A smile crept across Larissa\u2019s face as she read his message. Her heart warmed at his honesty. [Then let me tell you, your personality charmed me from the start. Why else do you think I agreed to marry you the day you came to Spire Village?]<\/p>\n
Haskell\u2019s eyes sparkled with surprise and delight as he absorbed her response. He had never considered that she might have felt a spark of attraction that day, too. Back then, he had been a shadow of himself\u2014broken and fragile. The realization that his own feelings had not been one-sided filled him with a newfound sense of hope.<\/p>\n
[That makes me very happy. And much more secure.] His heart raced as he sent the message, feeling lighter with each word exchanged.<\/p>\n
[Good. Now get some rest. A happy man should sleep well tonight.]<\/p>\n
[Alright. I hope I dream of you.]<\/p>\n
Larissa chuckled softly, a teasing glint in her eye. She almost revealed that she had already dreamed of him\u2014and that the dream had been anything but innocent.<\/p>\n
The following morning dawned bright and early, with Finley and two of the family\u2019s gardeners hard at work in the backyard, where they were transforming a patch of soil into a new medicinal herb garden. They had started laboring at eight o\u2019clock, and after just over an hour, Finley felt the strain of his efforts. His back ached, and sweat dripped from his brow, soaking his shirt. His recently healed leg was a constant reminder of his limitations, making it difficult to maintain his balance and straining his entire body.<\/p>\n
Was this the kind of life Larissa had endured while living in the village?<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you really do all this farm work by yourself when you were in the village?\u201d he asked, leaning heavily on his hoe, casting a sidelong glance at Larissa, who was comfortably settled in a nearby chair, engrossed in a medical book.<\/p>\n
She looked up, her expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation, as if to say, \u201cWell, obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else would have done it? I was an orphan with no parents or siblings. If I didn\u2019t work, I didn\u2019t eat.\u201d Her voice was steady, laced with a hint of defiance.<\/p>\n
Finley recognized the edge of mockery in her tone, but he had no retort. The words hung in the air, and he felt a twinge of guilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mentioned that your herbs were valuable,\u201d he ventured after a pause, trying to steer the conversation away from the uncomfortable territory. \u201cI didn\u2019t believe you at first. But then I heard Zoltan Palmer say it himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Larissa\u2019s hand froze on the page she was turning, her interest piqued. \u201cWhat\u2019s your point? Are you trying to get out of work?\u201d<\/p>\n
Finley clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his composure. \u201cI know you harbor resentment toward our parents for not bringing you back sooner. And I understand that you resent me and Leopold for the trouble we caused you upon your arrival.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGlad we\u2019re on the same page. If you have any sense of shame, you\u2019ll stop talking and get back to work. You tried to slash my face. You call that \u2018causing trouble\u2019? If I were any other girl, my life would have been ruined,\u201d she shot back, her tone dismissive as she returned her attention to the book, signaling the end of the conversation.<\/p>\n
But Finley pressed on, unwilling to let the matter drop. \u201cAnd for that, you crippled my leg. We\u2019re even now, aren\u2019t we? Even if you can\u2019t forgive us or accept us as your family, does that mean we have to wage war against each other until we\u2019re both destroyed? What good will that do you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Larissa lifted her gaze once more, a slow, calculating smile unfurling across her lips. \u201cWho said anything about mutual destruction? You will be destroyed. I will survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Finley felt a jolt of fear at her words, a chill racing down his spine. \u201cI may have thought you were delusional before, but I admit now that you possess some skills. And it\u2019s precisely because you have those skills that I don\u2019t want to see you consumed by hatred.\u201d<\/p>\n
He could see the battle of wills unfolding between them, each word a step deeper into a complex dance of emotions\u2014resentment, fear, and the flicker of something that might one day resemble understanding.<\/p>\n
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In the aftermath of their tumultuous exchange, both Finley and Larissa found themselves standing at the precipice of an emotional reckoning. The weight of their shared history pressed heavily upon them, yet within the tension lay the seeds of potential reconciliation. Finley\u2019s plea for understanding hung in the air like a fragile thread, while Larissa\u2019s sharp retorts revealed the deep scars left by years of isolation and pain. As they grappled with their past, a flicker of recognition sparked between them\u2014a realization that their struggles, though painful, were not insurmountable. The battle lines drawn in anger began to blur, hinting at the possibility of a future where forgiveness could flourish amidst the ruins of their fractured relationship.<\/p>\n
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As dawn broke over Spire Village, illuminating the garden where they toiled, the promise of new beginnings beckoned. Finley\u2019s determination to bridge the chasm between them and Larissa\u2019s reluctant acknowledgment of their shared burdens created a fragile but hopeful bond. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but the emotional arc they traversed hinted at a transformative power within their connection. In the quiet moments between barbs and defenses, they discovered that survival did not have to come at the cost of mutual destruction; instead, it could lead to a deeper understanding of themselves and each other. As they faced the dawn together, they stood not as adversaries, but as two souls navigating the complexities of healing, ready to take the first steps toward a tentative alliance.<\/p>\n
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In the upcoming chapter of *Wings of Broken Time*, readers can expect to delve deeper into the intricate dynamics between Finley and Larissa as they navigate their tumultuous relationship. With the tension palpable after their heated exchange, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Finley\u2019s plea for understanding break through Larissa\u2019s hardened exterior, or will her fierce independence lead to further conflict? As the two grapple with their pasts and the burdens they carry, the chapter promises to explore the depths of their emotions, revealing hidden vulnerabilities and the potential for growth.<\/p>\n
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Meanwhile, Sage\u2019s abrupt escape from Shadow and Snowy sets the stage for an exhilarating chase that will keep readers on the edge of their seats. What secrets lie behind the piercing green eyes of those pursuing Sage? The chapter will unravel the mysteries that surround these enigmatic characters, exploring their motivations and the implications of their actions. As the narrative unfolds, the intertwining fates of Sage, Finley, and Larissa will bring unexpected twists that challenge their perceptions of family, loyalty, and survival. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions and revelations that will leave you eager for more.<\/p>\n
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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\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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