Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3100

The backyard was bathed in the dim, hazy, yellow light of a single wall lamp. The roses bloomed silently in the night. Circe was curled up fast asleep in her little bed, while Coco was sprawled on the pavement, lazily swatting at passing moths.

Xavier was sitting in the wicker chair, leaning heavily against the backrest, appearing fast asleep.

He had drank a lot tonight—partially out of celebration, and partially to step in and intercept the drinks meant for her.

Norah tiptoed forward, standing right in front of the chair. She leaned down, intending to check if he was really asleep, but as she studied his face, she found herself completely mesmerized.

His eyebrows were incredibly dark and thick—natural, sharp slants that looked like they were carved straight out of a classic novel, radiating an intense, dominant energy.

Just by looking at his brow, you could tell he was a man of iron will and relentless pride.

His eyes were closed now, but she knew they were long and striking, with a sharp, natural upward tilt at the corners.

His nose was perfectly straight, hinting at the deeply honorable nature buried in his bones.

A rough layer of stubble had grown along his jawline, making him look at least five years older than he actually was. Norah didn't care in the slightest. Whatever version of him this was, she loved him all the same.

She desperately wanted to trace her fingers across that rugged stubble.

Acting purely on impulse, Norah didn't even think before reaching out toward his jaw.

Just as her fingertips were about to brush his skin, his eyes snapped open. A feral, razor-sharp intensity flashed in the dark depths—pure, lethal alertness.

He looked exactly like he did that day on the mountain road, surrounded by thugs, radiating pure aggression and terrifying violence.

Startled, Norah instinctively jumped backward. Her heel clipped the edge of the wooden coffee table, and she fell hard onto it.

The table was already half-rotten and poorly repaired by Xavier time and time again. It stood zero chance of supporting her weight. With a violently loud crack, the wood splintered completely. Having lost her balance, Norah screamed as she plummeted backward.

In a blur of motion, Xavier locked his hand around her wrist and yanked her forward with incredible force.

Caught in a panic, Norah used his momentum to pull herself up, but she flew entirely too fast, crashing directly into his chest.

The shattered pieces of the table clattered to the ground. Circe jolted awake in terror, and Coco stood up to inspect the commotion. A warm summer breeze rustled the rose bushes, filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating floral scent.

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