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CELESTINE'S POV:

We bring Elara to her room.

It is the room we prepared for her, the one with the pink walls and the soft blankets and the stuffed animals that I bought weeks ago, hoping and praying that she would come home with us. There is a bed with a white canopy and a bookshelf full of picture books and a window that looks out over the garden.

She stands in the middle of the room, her small hands clasped in front of her, her eyes moving slowly across the walls. I watch her face. Her exp
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    VLADIMIR'S POV: I have been waiting for this call for twelve years. Twelve years of patience. Twelve years of planning. Twelve years of watching from the shadows, waiting for the moment when Kier Thornwell's daughter would be old enough to understand, old enough to act, old enough to do what her father planned for her to do. And now she has called me. She has taken the bait. The seed that Kier planted in that letter has finally taken root. I sit in my safe house, the phone pressed to my ear, and I listen to her voice. She sounds young. Vulnerable. Confused. The perfect target for the lies I am about to feed her. "Elara," I say, and I let my voice soften, let it sound kind, let it sound like the voice of a man who cares about her, who wants to help her, who is on her side. "I know this is hard. I know you have been raised by people who have filled your head with lies. But I am going to tell you the truth. The real truth. The truth that your father wanted you to know." She is sile

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