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Chapter 13

Author: Daisy Jolliffe
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 19:15:41

The days passed in slow, torturous repetition.

Mia drifted from window to bookshelf, eating what she could, never finishing a full meal. She circled that dragon-marked book again and again, glaring at it like it was personally responsible for everything that had happened to her.

But the real culprit was still Axel.

Every time she thought about his soft apologies, about his hands carefully bandaging her wrists after Slade—rage twisted in her stomach. It wasn’t enough. Nothing could ever undo what he’d done to her. He took her life. And the worst part? Some stupid, self-preserving part of her still wanted him. Still waited for him to return like some broken pet.

By the third day, boredom won over fury. She finally plucked the book from the shelf and dragged it to the window, flipping open the crimson-stained leather cover.

“Morino Family Tree.”

The writing was faded and difficult to read, the opening pages smudged and warped with age. She traced the dates with her fingertip, feeling sic
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