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Reflections in Crimson

Author: Loria Malf
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-03 22:17:51

Seraphina's POV

I didn’t want to ask Linnea for help.

Not because I didn’t trust her — in fact, I probably trusted her more than I should — but because of the shadow that trailed behind her: Ambrosius.

Everything about him made things... complicated.

And not just because of Stephen. Though, yes — that was its own tangled mess. I still hadn’t fully processed the way he’d looked at me, spoken to me, that evening under the crimson lanterns. The weight of implication in his words. The familial tradition he’d invoked, so casually — as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a brother to want his twin as more than blood.

Moonbane history had always been unapologetically brutal, even in love. Especially in love.

But I’d never wanted to inherit that part of it. I never felt the calling of that legacy the way Stephen did. To me, he was just my brother. My family. Not someone I could — or would ever want to — be with.

And yet... I couldn’t pretend I was unbothered.

Not by Stephen’s g
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