The voice that had broken the suffocating tension lingered in the air for a mont, and for a brief second Cain thought it had co from soone else, soone outside, soone distant enough to pull them away from whatever invisible clash had just taken place.
But then he looked again.
And his thoughts paused.
Pam.
It was her.
She was the one who spoke.
The realization ca with a strange mix of surprise and sothing far lighter, sothing almost relieving in a way he did not expect. Out of everything that had happened in the last few monts, from the overwhelming closeness of the three sisters to the invisible pressure that had filled the room, seeing a familiar figure from his past life grounded him, if only slightly.
"...Pam..."
The na ford quietly in his mind, and for a brief mont, his expression softened.
He was surprised.
But he was also... glad.
At least, glad enough to feel a sense of normalcy returning, even if it was only an illusion.
anwhile—
Pam was not feeling the sa.
Not even close.
The mont her eyes landed on him, the mont she saw his current state, the way he was still surrounded, still held, still wrapped in the presence of those three won, sothing inside her snapped in a way that she did not bother to hide.
Her gaze hardened.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
And her eyes—
Burned.
Those three sluts.
The thought ca sharp, unforgiving, cutting through everything else in her mind.
Ivira.
Cornelia.
Faith.
She had heard those nas before.
Many tis.
From him.
From Cain.
In their last life.
The way he spoke about them.
The way those nas carried weight.
aning.
Importance.
She rembered all of it.
And now—
They were here.
Not as distant nas.
Not as passing ntions.
But as the ones holding him.
Touching him.
Looking at him like they belonged there.
Pam’s fingers curled slightly at her side.
To her—
There was only one explanation.
They didn’t deserve him.
None of them did.
Everything about this situation felt wrong in her eyes, twisted in a way that she refused to accept, and the only reason she could think of, the only thing that made sense, was the blood marriage pact that bound him to them.
That was the reason.
That had to be the reason.
Because otherwise—
Why would Cain be with them?
The silence between them stretched for a mont longer, heavy and uncomfortable, until finally, movent broke it.
They began to walk.
Together.
Out of the room.
The air between them remained tense, even without the invisible pressure from before, the kind of tension that did not need power to exist, because it was already rooted in sothing far more personal.
No one spoke at first.
Their footsteps echoed lightly as they moved through the hallway, each step asured, each presence aware of the others in a way that made the silence feel louder than any argunt.
But it didn’t last.
Pam was the first to break it.
"...So."
Her voice ca out light.
Too light.
The kind of tone that tried to sound harmless but carried sothing underneath.
"I didn’t expect you to end up like this, Cain."
Her gaze flicked toward the three won beside him, then back to him, her lips curving slightly.
"Surrounded."
The word lingered.
Ivira’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Cornelia’s expression remained calm.
Faith tilted her head, her gaze soft but attentive.
Pam continued.
"I guess things really do change."
Her tone remained casual, but her words carried weight, each one placed carefully, each one aid.
Cornelia responded first, her voice steady.
"So things do."
Ivira let out a quiet breath.
"And so things don’t."
Faith smiled faintly.
"...Like people who talk too much."
Pam’s smile twitched.
"...Oh?"
Her eyes sharpened slightly.
"I didn’t realize I was interrupting sothing important."
Ivira crossed her arms slightly as they walked, her voice calm but edged.
"You are."
Cornelia added without hesitation.
"But we’ll endure it."
Faith’s smile widened just a little.
"For now."
Pam let out a soft laugh, though there was no real amusent in it.
"How generous."
Her gaze lingered on them longer this ti.
"Though I have to wonder..."
Her voice softened again.
"How exactly did you three manage to stay so... close to him?"
The question hung in the air, innocent on the surface, but carrying sothing much sharper underneath.
Ivira glanced at her briefly.
"We didn’t need to manage anything."
Cornelia continued.
"We belong here."
Faith finished.
"...Unlike so people."
Pam’s smile faded slightly.
But she didn’t stop.
"Oh, I see."
Her tone turned lighter again, almost playful.
"So that’s how it is."
She looked ahead for a mont before speaking again.
"Then I suppose the blood pact really is doing its job."
The words landed.
Clear.
Direct.
Ivira’s eyes sharpened.
Cornelia’s steps slowed slightly.
Faith’s gaze changed.
Pam continued walking as if nothing had happened.
"It must be nice," she added, her voice calm, "to have sothing like that forcing things into place."
Ivira’s voice ca colder this ti.
"Careful."
Cornelia’s tone followed.
"You’re speaking without understanding."
Faith’s voice softened again, but there was sothing beneath it now.
"...That’s dangerous."
Pam let out another quiet laugh.
"Oh, I understand enough."
Her eyes flicked toward Cain briefly.
"I know that without it, things wouldn’t be like this."
The tension rose again.
Not explosive.
But steady.
Growing.
And Cain—
Felt all of it.
Every word.
Every glance.
Every hidden aning.
This girl...
His thoughts tightened.
She’s picking a fight.
The realization ca easily.
Too easily.
And more importantly—
She was picking a fight with them.
His wives.
The word itself felt heavy.
Strange.
But real.
And in this life—
They stood above her.
Far above.
In status.
In power.
In everything.
So he stepped in.
"...That’s enough."
His voice cut through the conversation, not loud, but firm enough to interrupt the flow, his gaze moving toward Pam as he spoke.
"There’s no need to argue."
He tried to keep it simple.
Neutral.
Sothing that would end things before they escalated further.
But—
Pam misunderstood.
Completely.
Her eyes softened slightly when she looked at him.
Ah.
So that’s how it is.
He wants to avoid conflict.
Of course.
He always did.
And more importantly—
He doesn’t want them to notice.
The thought ford quickly in her mind.
He wants to leave them.
But he can’t.
Not openly.
Not yet.
So he’s holding back.
Her resolve strengthened.
I understand.
I’ll push harder.
anwhile—
The three sisters heard everything.
Not spoken.
But thought.
Every single word.
And their reactions—
Changed.
Their confidence grew.
Their expressions remained calm.
But their words—
Carried more weight now.
More bite.
More intent.
"Cain is right," Cornelia said calmly.
"There’s no need to argue with soone who doesn’t understand her place."
Ivira added without hesitation.
"It would be a waste of ti."
Faith smiled softly.
"...We should be kind."
Pam’s lips tightened slightly.
Her voice lost so of its lightness.
"I didn’t realize kindness looked like this."
Cain felt it imdiately.
The tension.
Rising again.
Faster this ti.
Stronger.
He stepped in again, his voice coming out more quickly now.
"Pam, that’s not what they ant."
He tried to smooth things over.
"They’re just..."
He paused.
"...Speaking casually."
Pam’s eyes lit up slightly.
Yes.
That’s it.
He’s trying to defend without making it obvious.
Her heart steadied.
Then I need to do more.
Cain felt sothing was wrong.
Very wrong.
Wait—
Why is this getting worse?
His thoughts raced again.
No.
No, this isn’t right.
He tried again.
"Let’s just focus on where we’re going."
Keep it simple.
End it.
Move on.
But it didn’t work.
Not at all.
Pam stepped closer.
Her voice sharper now.
"I am focused."
Her gaze moved toward the three sisters.
"On the problem."
Cain’s breath hitched slightly.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
He could feel it.
The pressure.
The tension.
Everything building again.
He needed to stop this.
Now.
"Pam—"
He started again, his voice more urgent this ti, his thoughts scrambling for the right words, sothing that would cut through everything and end this before it got worse.
"There’s no problem."
He said firmly.
"This isn’t sothing you need to involve yourself in."
Pam’s expression changed.
Not softer.
Not calr.
But more intense.
So he’s pushing away.
Because of them.
Because he can’t act freely.
Good.
That ans I need to push even harder.
Behind him—
Faith stopped walking.
Completely.
The air changed.
Again.
This ti—
It wasn’t hidden.
It wasn’t restrained.
It burst out.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
And her voice—
Cut through everything.
"CAIN..."
The pressure rose.
"...IS..."
The ground seed to tremble slightly under the weight of it.
"...ONLY..."
Her eyes burned.
"...MINE!!!"
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