LOGINThe file was already waiting for her.Seraphina stopped at the entrance of Lucien’s study, her fingers still wrapped around the door handle.The room was empty.That was the first thing that frightened her.Lucien never left important things unattended.Not documents.Not weapons.Not secrets.Yet there it was.A single black folder resting in the center of his desk.No lock.No warning.No note.Only two letters written across the cover in silver ink.S.V.Seraphina’s heartbeat changed.She slowly closed the door behind her.For several seconds, she simply stared.S.V.Her initials.But something about the folder felt older than her name.She crossed the room.Every step seemed louder than it should have been.When she reached the desk, she stopped.There was a second detail she hadn't noticed from the doorway.The folder was covered in dust.Not much.But enough to suggest it had been hidden somewhere for years.Her fingers hovered over it.Then she opened it.The first page contain
Seraphina woke to the sound of a heartbeat.Slow.Steady.Not hers.Her eyes opened.For several seconds, she couldn't remember where she was.White ceiling.Cold fluorescent lights.The faint smell of antiseptic.A monitor beeping somewhere beside her.Then everything returned at once.The tower.Victor Hale.The files.Project Black Veil.Her father.Lucien.The gunshot.She tried to sit up.Pain exploded through her side.She gasped and fell back against the pillow.“Don't.”The voice came from the doorway.Seraphina froze.A man in a white coat stood there, holding a medical chart.He looked to be in his late fifties, with silver threaded through his dark hair and tired eyes that seemed far too familiar.He stared at her.Not like a doctor examining a patient.Like a man looking at someone he had believed was dead.His face slowly changed.Recognition.Shock.Then something dangerously close to fear.“Seraphina?”Her breath caught.“How do you know my name?”The doctor didn't answ
The photograph was waiting for me when I woke up.It lay in the center of my bedside table.No envelope.No note.No explanation.Just a photograph.For several seconds, I didn't touch it.I stared at it from across the room, feeling an inexplicable pressure building inside my chest.Something about it felt wrong.Not dangerous.Familiar.And that frightened me more.I slowly climbed out of bed.The photograph was old, its edges yellowed with age. Someone had handled it many times because the corners were softened and slightly bent.I picked it up.My breath stopped.It was me.A little girl.Maybe seven years old.Standing in front of the Vale estate.My hair was shorter then, falling messily around my shoulders. I was wearing a white dress and holding a small stuffed rabbit against my chest.My father stood beside me.He was smiling.Really smiling.Not the distant, serious expression I remembered from my childhood.His arm was around my shoulders.But that wasn't what made my finge
Seraphina stared at the document in Lucien’s hand.For several seconds, she couldn’t breathe.The words on the page were simple.Her name.Her father’s name.And beneath them, a designation that made her stomach twist.VALE BLOODLINE — RESTRICTED.She looked up slowly.“What is this?”Lucien didn’t answer.He stood across the study, his face unreadable, but something in his eyes had changed.Not fear.Something closer to regret.Seraphina noticed.And that frightened her more.“You know what this means.”“Yes.”“You knew about this.”“Yes.”Her fingers tightened around the edge of the desk.“How long?”Lucien remained silent.“Lucien.”“Since before you came back.”Her heart slammed against her ribs.“You knew who I was before I even approached you.”“Yes.”“And you let me believe I was choosing revenge on my own.”His jaw tightened.“You were choosing.”“Was I?”The question came out quieter than she intended.Lucien looked away.That was enough.Seraphina laughed bitterly.“So every
The shovel struck something hard.Seraphina froze.For several seconds, she simply stood there in the darkness, staring down at the disturbed earth.Rainwater dripped from the edges of her coat. The cemetery was almost empty, the old trees bending beneath the wind. Somewhere beyond the stone walls, a car passed on the distant road.She tightened her grip on the shovel.Then struck the ground again.Clang.Not stone.Metal.Her heart began to pound.She dropped to her knees and pushed the wet soil aside with her gloved hands.A small black metal box slowly emerged from the earth.No name.No identification.Only a symbol etched into its lid.A black circle crossed by three thin lines.Seraphina had seen that symbol before.In her father’s files.Project Black Veil.Her breathing stopped.She reached for the box.Before her fingers touched it, a voice came from behind her.“You shouldn’t have found that.”Seraphina spun around.Her uncle stood between the cemetery gates.Gabriel Vale.H
“I am your uncle.”The words seemed to crawl beneath my skin.I couldn’t breathe.My uncle.The man standing somewhere above us knew my name, my history, my memories—and apparently the secret my father had spent years trying to bury.Lucien pulled me farther behind the stone staircase.“Stay down.”I barely heard him.My eyes remained fixed on the darkness above.“Show yourself.”My voice surprised even me.The man laughed.“You sound like your father.”I clenched my fists.“Who are you?”“Does it matter?”“Yes.”“Then call me Adrian.”My heart stopped.Lucien immediately looked at me.“Adrian?”I shook my head.“No.”The voice laughed again.“Not Cross.”A pause.“Your uncle.”Lucien’s expression hardened.“What’s his full name?”The man answered from the darkness.“Adrian Vale.”My mind went blank.Adrian Vale.The name meant nothing.Yet something about hearing it made my chest ache.A memory surfaced.A man’s hand holding mine.A deep voice saying, “Never tell your father what I s

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