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Chapter 63 – Whispers of Rebuilding

Author: Becca Williams
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-23 17:54:22

The air outside Velvet was thicker than smoke. It was anticipation.

A cluster of journalists lingered behind velvet ropes, cameras armed with suspicion. Protesters circled like moths. And higher up, beyond the club’s discreet entry façade, the building loomed like a corpse dressed for a wake.

Isolde stood just behind the tinted windows of a nondescript sedan, watching it all.

Dorian sat beside her. Silent. Stone-etched. But his hand was on hers.

“I thought it would feel emptier,” she murmured.

He turned slightly. “It’s not empty. It’s molting.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That’s an elegant word for a snake shedding its skin.”

Dorian offered a shadow of a smile. “Better than calling it what it is.”

“And what is that?”

He looked back at the building. “A nest for the next regime.”

The words hit with icy precision.

They stepped out of the car and approached the front entrance this time not as predators, or prey. But as the ones holding the blade.

Inside, the club was quiet.

The chandeliers we
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