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2025-06-15 20:25:45Seraphina’s POV
Her laugh was genuine. “Ambrosius is handsome, isn’t he?”
“You talk about him more than I do,” I muttered.
“Perhaps I simply enjoy his effect on you.”
I rolled my eyes, but I let the topic drop.
That was enough for now.
Helena had confirmed what I needed: Moonshadow stones had once been ours—and still were, in great quantities. Other families had them, yes, but none possessed the volume or quality Moonbane did. What the Riddle family had seized was only a fraction, taken during a vulnerable moment in our history.
But it was my family’s legacy nonetheless.
Which led me back to her.
Diantha.
Because that ring she wore—the one she flaunted like some gaudy trophy—wasn’t just Moonshadow stone.
It was Moonbane-crafted.
I knew it the moment I saw the pattern etched beneath the setting. Three crescent moons and a silver wolf's tooth inlaid at the base. No merchant carried that sigil. No outsi
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