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THE PHANTOM PASTS

Author: INKLADY
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-28 04:02:48

Giselle's POV

I trembled so violently that I relived what I had seen. My mother's face—breathtakingly and wondrously familiar yet several years older—calling to me from behind that SUV window. Her voice. That voice. Her enigmatic warning destroying everything I believed I knew, its very essence.

She was alive.

Her words struck my chest with physical strength.

Nicholas paced back and forth across the living room, jaw set, eyes thoughtful with secrets he wasn't going to tell. "We have to be careful about this," he said at last. "If she's alive, then someone went to a great deal of trouble to make us believe that she had died. Someone with authority."

I swallowed. "You think it's a trap?"

He halted his pacing and turned to me. "I think it's dangerous."

Fatal. That was a mild option.

If my mother had been running for a decade, that indicated there were forces—forces beyond Victor and the Shadow Syndicate—who did not want her discovered.

Nicholas's knuckles were white. "Why now? Why come u
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