CHAPTER 055THE MONSTERS WE LEARN TO LOVEPOV (FREYA)I followed Eliza through a long hallway, deeper into the manor. Her hand was warm in mine, but her steps were stiff, mechanical, like her soul had been drained minutes ago and she was walking out of habit, not will.She said nothing. Not until we reached a narrow wooden door tucked beneath a stone arch that looked far too small to be part of a house this grand.She pushed it open.I blinked.It wasn’t a room. It was a cell.Four tight walls, cracked and yellow. The window, if I could even call it that was the size of a shoebox. The air tasted like mildew and old paint. There was no bed, just a thin mattress on the ground and shelves stacked with notebooks and books worn to their spines. Paintings on the walls, no bigger than postcards, were scrawled like desperate messages. Some were wild and chaotic, others hauntingly detailed.“This...” My voice barely found itself. “This is where you grew up?”She nodded.I stared, unsure whethe
CHAPTER 054HER LIVING CANVASPOV(FREYA)I found her by the window, sunlight pooling across the floor like it had chosen her. She was barefoot, surrounded by paintbrushes, a cup of murky water, and a half-unwrapped canvas propped on a wooden easel. She was humming something... I couldn’t place the tune, but it sounded soft. Almost happy.“Eliza?”She didn’t flinch or turn around, just swept her hand across the palette like she already knew I was there. “Have a seat, princess.”I blinked. “What?”She turned with a smug little grin and pointed to the armchair in front of the easel. “Sit. Your face looks dramatic today. I need a subject.”I glanced down at myself. Just an oversized sweater and yesterday’s leggings. “Are you painting me or sentencing me?”“Don’t be rude. Sit.”I sat.Eliza flicked her wrist like she was swishing away all my hesitations. “Now stay in one position. Don’t ruin my vision.”I tried not to smile. “You have a vision?”“I always do.” She dipped her brush and star
CHAPTER 053IF HEALING HAD ANOTHER NAMEPOV(FREYA)I excused myself from the table, mumbling something about the restroom. As I walked off, I could feel Alan’s eyes on me. I didn’t expect him to follow.But the moment I turned into the hallway, I felt him behind me, close. Too close.“Alan?” I turned, startled. “What are you...?”Before I could finish, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shadowy corner beside the pantry. The warmth from breakfast was gone, replaced with a suffocating tension in the narrow space between us.“Don’t get too close to her,” he said, low and urgent.I blinked. “What?”“Eliza,” he said again, voice harder now. “She’s not… safe.”I stepped back, yanking my arm free. “Are you serious right now?”He didn’t answer.I gave a dry, humorless laugh. “You think just because she’s smiling now, it’s a trick? That she’s manipulating me?”“I think you’re letting your guard down too easily. Everyone who gets close to her either disappears or ends up hurt.”“She’s not
CHAPTER 052MOTHER HENPOV (FREYA)I woke up to the unfamiliar hush of the estate, sunlight pouring in from a window too tall for me to reach, casting lace like patterns onto the thick duvet. For a long minute, I just lay there, cocooned in the strange softness, listening for footsteps, a voice, anything.But Eliza was gone.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes and hugging the cold air around my shoulders as I slipped into a thick robe. The silence was too eerie , not even the sound of traffic or birds. Just this old house breathing around me, settling into its ancient bones.When I padded downstairs, I found two women in muted gray dresses setting an impossibly long dining table, polishing already gleaming silverware and muttering to each other in Russian.One of them looked up, startled to see me.“Elizaveta?” I asked. “Have you seen her?”They exchanged a glance.“She’s feeding her hens,” the older one replied in accented English.I blinked. “Hens? Like... chickens?”They both nodded s
CHAPTER 051TWO LITTLE WOMEN If someone told me yesterday that I'd be standing in front of an estate that looked like something out of a royal wedding magazine, I would've laughed and said, "Wrong girl."But here I was. Mouth slightly open. Fingers frozen stiff. Staring at a house so big, I didn’t know if it was supposed to intimidate me or bow.Eliza's childhood home looked nothing like the chaos she carried with her. It was quiet, cold, elegant, ilike it had been plucked out of a Russian folktale and set down in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow-covered trees and the kind of silence that makes you hear your own heartbeat.“Wow,” I whispered before I could stop myself.Beside me, Eliza smirked. “Don’t get lost.”We hadn’t even made it through the front doors yet, and I was already overwhelmed. There were lanterns glowing softly along the stone path, casting gold reflections in the snow. The building itself stretched on forever. The windows were tall, carved balconies, and w
CHAPTER 050HOME SWEET.... HOME!POV(FREYA)She didn’t hesitate. She kicked the door open with both feet and lunged.The man staggered backward with a grunt, hands flying to his face as Eliza’s fist connected with his jaw,hard. His back hit the corridor wall, and he let out a strangled yell.“What the hell. Elizaveta?! It’s me!”Lucien.My stomach dropped.Eliza froze mid swing, eyes wide as if waking from a fever dream. Her fists were still clenched, her breathing sharp and ragged. The adrenaline that had surged through her veins now made her legs tremble.Lucien cupped his face with one hand, wincing. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been running around this damn train trying to find you, and I get sucker punched for my efforts?”Eliza blinked, confused. “I… I thought…”Alan appeared behind him, eyes sweeping over both of us, then Eliza. His shoulders sagged with obvious relief.“I thought I lost you,” he said, his voice tight and low. “What happened?”“She thought I was someone e