FAZER LOGINMiaI stood there smiling as I watched her shock. She seemed… not happy to see me. Not that I would have expected her to be.“Mia? What… you… what are you doing scaring me?” She finally found her voice."Not happy to see me, sister?” I taunted and chuckled as I looked at her miserable self.“So this is where he threw you,” I said softly, my voice carrying in the emptiness. “The mighty Agatha, reduced to a ghost in a ruined cage. How strange? The Luna of Crimson Pack thrown into a cold villa in the middle of nowhere. This looks like the cold palaces of those Xuanxuan Chinese novels.”“I asked you what you are doing here? Don't think playing nonchalance won't make see that you have always been afraid of me and you still are," she said and smiled thought she couldn't mask the fear.Agatha was draped in black, her hair tangled, her once-luminous eyes now dull with poison and bitterness. Yet, even in decay, she carried that same cruel grace.“Ha! Says you who was trembling a moment ago," I
MiaIt’s funny, really… Josiah thought these walls, these locks, could hold me. He must have chuckled at his own cleverness when he locked that door, imagining me trapped, powerless. How quaint.The first thing I did, naturally, was stretch after waking up. My muscles cracked and popped in delight. Every movement was a reminder: I am not his. I have never been, and I never will be. The walls around me seemed to shiver, as though aware of my thoughts, my anger. I smiled. They were mine too, in a sense.I walked along the edges of the room, feeling the energy of the villa seep through the floors. The place is old, clever, and full of secrets… doors that open on their own, halls that whisper if you listen. Perfect. It gives me… options. I crouched, sensing the warded locks. Not complicated. Not really. It’s the kind of thing a little patience and focus can fix.I closed my eyes and breathed, letting the magic ripple beneath my skin. The bonds Josiah had tried to bind me with didn’t hold
MiaWhen I woke up, it wasn’t fear that greeted me. It was silence.A heavy, expectant kind of silence, the kind that clings to walls and waits to be broken.I stood in the middle of the room they had locked me in, sunlight filtering through barred windows, dust motes swirling like slow, lazy dancers. The villa smelled of old wood and secrets. For a man like Josiah, it was fitting, beautiful from the outside, hollow within.He thought this was a prison.I thought it was almost charming that he believed walls could hold me.My bare feet padded softly against marble floors as I explored the place. The door had no visible locks from the inside, but I could feel the enchantments woven into it… ancient, silver-threaded spells meant to contain witches. Someone must’ve told him I was one. I almost laughed.He truly thought that was enough.I moved to the window, the glass thick and cold beneath my fingers. The mountains stretched in the distance, quiet and indifferent, their peaks buried in
BrynnThe night that should have been remembered for laughter, union, and the sweet promise of forever turned into a chaos-soaked nightmare. Hours had passed since anyone last saw Mia, and the stadium that once roared with celebration now trembled with fear.Guards sealed every exit. The scent of spilled wine clung to the air, mixing with panic, perfume, and roses crushed under desperate feet. Children cried as parents tried to calm them. Guests argued, demanding to be released, while the warriors of the Fiato Kingdom stood firm in their armor, forming an unyielding wall.I stood in the center of it all, dazed, furious, and terrified. My voice had grown hoarse from barking orders. Every instinct in me screamed to tear through the earth until I found her. But where do you begin when it feels like she’s vanished into nothing?Frynn was beside me, his eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it would crack. He was directing guards to check every inch of the stadium. The podi
BrynnAt first, I thought she had only slipped away for a moment.Maybe she had gone to get some air… the night was thick with lights, laughter, and the golden hum of celebration. The music swelled across the stadium like a living thing, and everywhere I looked, people were smiling. Daisy and Enrique were in the middle of the floor, radiant, wrapped in the glow of everything we built to make this day perfect.And yet… something in my chest twists.“Have you seen Mia?” I ask Frynn quietly as we watch our sister whirl in Enrique’s arms.He glances around, scanning the crowd. “She was with her maid earlier. Said she needed to rest after the dance.”But even as he says it, his brows draw together. The bond between us hums, that instinctive link that never lies, and I can feel his unease mirror mine. Something’s off.I push through the dancers, smiling briefly at guests who try to stop me. “Excuse me. Sorry… just a moment.” I move toward the corridor leading to the private chambers, where
MiaThe air that night shimmered with laughter, music, and the scent of blooming roses. Daisy’s wedding celebration had stretched long into the evening, and the golden glow of the lanterns danced over smiling faces, polished glasses, and the silvered edges of the tables. Everywhere I looked, there was joy… pure, unrestrained joy.I stood at the edge of the dance floor, watching Daisy and Enrique share their first dance as husband and wife. Her gown caught the light like stardust, and his gaze never left her, not even once. It was one of those moments that felt eternal. I couldn’t stop smiling.For a long while, I had believed that peace and love like this were beyond me. That the ache inside me would never quiet. But being here, being surrounded by laughter, by family, by hope, made me believe that maybe, just maybe, the world wasn’t as cruel as I once thought.Brynn and Frynn found me then, both flushed from dancing. Their matching grins made me laugh before they even said a word.“Y







