**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**
By the time dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes, Nora was finally freed from the confines of the sack. However, the ordeal had taken its toll; she had succumbed to unconsciousness, her body limp and unresponsive.
Meanwhile, in a nearby room, the butler made his way to report the situation to Chase, who was meticulously applying a soothing ointment to the tiny puncture wound on Camila’s arm.
“She passed out?” Chase’s features hardened at the news, his brows knitting together in concern. He set the medicine aside with a clatter and hurried outside, an urgency driving his every step.
Camila bit her lip, a dark glimmer of satisfaction flickering across her face as she followed him, the corners of her mouth curling into a smirk.
Nora lay crumpled on the ground, her skin marred by numerous tiny, blood-specked bite marks, a grim testament to her struggle.
Chase halted, momentarily stunned, ready to voice his concern—when a gasp from Camila broke the silence behind him.
“Ow… the spot where I got pricked still stings like hell…” she complained, her voice laced with a mixture of annoyance and self-pity.
Chase turned back, his focus shifting to her arm, the irritation in his voice barely concealed. “Are you feeling any better, Camila?”
She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, she appeared vulnerable. “I’m sure Nora didn’t mean to hurt me… maybe she just felt upset seeing you treat me so well. It’s okay. I won’t hold it against her.”
Yet, as he listened, Chase’s expression grew colder, the flicker of sympathy he had briefly felt for Nora extinguished in an instant.
“She made the first move. So what if she passed out? Splash her with cold water—once if she doesn’t wake up, twice if needed. If it takes ten buckets, then she’s faking it!” he barked, his voice harsh and unyielding.
The butler nodded, his face impassive, and began the grim task of dousing Nora with water.
One bucket…
Two buckets…
Three buckets…
It wasn’t until the seventh bucket that Nora finally began to stir, her eyelids fluttering open, revealing a dazed expression. Her head throbbed painfully, each pulse echoing in her temples.
Chase let out a chilling laugh that sent shivers down the spine. “What? Done pretending? You almost had me fooled, you know.”
Camila leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper, “She probably figured if she kept faking, the act would fall apart.”
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Nora had never experienced such an all-consuming rage in her life.
For a brief moment, her sorrow dissipated, leaving only a raw, seething hatred in its place.
With every ounce of strength she could muster, she forced herself upright, each step toward them a monumental effort.
Chase glanced over, impatience etched on his face, but then he hesitated.
Something in Nora’s gaze held him captive.
It wasn’t the longing he had once seen reflected back at him; no, this was different.
Her eyes were void of life, flat and still, reminiscent of a desolate sea devoid of movement.
A sense of unease washed over Chase, unsettling him deeply.
“Nora, listen to me—” he began, but before he could finish, her knees buckled beneath her.
The world around her spun like a whirlwind, and she collapsed once more, the ground rushing up to meet her.
In a flurry of activity, Nora was rushed to the hospital, where doctors quickly discovered extensive internal and external injuries, coupled with a dangerously high fever. It was imperative that she be admitted immediately.
“Her condition is critical. She needs complete rest. No emotional stimulation whatsoever,” the doctor warned Chase, his tone grave as he exited the room.
Over the next few days, Chase remained a steadfast presence by Nora’s bedside, refusing to leave her side.
Camila made a few appearances, but each time she saw Chase’s distraught expression, she clenched her jaw and turned away, frustration simmering beneath her surface.


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