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When Becca heard his words, she wanted to reply and tell him how she had felt lost without him too but Max’s low voice cut through the air.“I hear footsteps,” Max hissed.Eugene turned sharply, instincts kicking in. “We move, now.”They went up the steps quickly, pressing against the walls whenever they felt a guard or maid passing through. Mira took the lead this time, peering through the small gap in the door. The hallway above was empty, for now.She opened it carefully, and one by one, they came out into the dimly lit corridor of the mansion.“We will take the west passage,” Eugene whispered. “It leads to the courtyard.”The man stumbled slightly, and Becca supported him with one arm. “Careful,” she murmured. “We’re almost there.”But just as they turned the corner, a sharp shout echoed from the east wing. It seems someone had discovered the broken cell door.“They’re onto us,” Max said.Eugene’s eyes blazed. “Then we run.”They ran down the corridor, their footsteps hurried.
The faint smell of iron and despair clung to the air, and the torches on the walls hissed softly, their light flickering against cold stones. Becca stood before the iron bars, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. The moment she saw him, all the fear, all the doubt, all the sleepless nights waiting and worrying vanished into a single, raw feeling of relief.She didn't know when she moved past Max and got closer to the bars.“Eugene” she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached through the bars.The look on his face when he stared at her, shocked that she had actually shown up here, was something that she never thought would make her heart skip a beat. Despite being tired and emotionally worn out, he still had that commanding presence that made everyone stand taller in his shadow, but now his eyes softened, his dark beautiful eyes filled by exhaustion. The second he had processed her presence, the corners of his lips twitched into the faintest smile, one that held gratitude, dis
The maid moved swiftly through the dim hallways, her torchlight flickering against the walls. Her footsteps were almost soundless as though she had walked these corridors her entire life.Becca kept close behind her, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds. “Who are you?” Becca whispered.“My name doesn’t matter, Luna Becca” the maid said quickly. “What matters is getting you out of sight before they find this floor.”Max’s looked at her.“You’re taking a big risk helping us.”The maid didn’t look back. “I already took a bigger one when I didn’t report your escape.”Mira frowned. “Why would you help us at all?”The maid stopped suddenly and turned.“Because Luna Becca saved my brother,” she said. “He had been ill for a long time and cured him.”Becca’s chest tightened. “So you’re… one of us.”“I’m no one,” the maid replied quietly. “But if helping you means repaying what you did for me, then I’ll take that chance.”Max’s eyes softened. “Then thank you.”She gave a curt nod a
The torch burned lower than usual tonight, its flame barely holding against the damp chill that moved through the chamber. Mira stopped pacing after hearing the escape plan from Becca.“Are you sure about this?” Mira whispered.Becca nodded. “This is our only chance. The guards will come for their last check before dawn. If they think Max is dying, they will open the door.”Mira frowned. “Or they will just leave him to die.”Max gave a faint smirk without opening his eyes. “You don’t have much faith in me, Mira.”Her glare softened. “I have faith in you, Max. I just don’t have faith in luck.”“Well, then it’s a good thing I don’t rely on luck,” he murmured. “I rely on stubbornness.”Becca hesitated for a heartbeat, then turned toward the door and banged on it with both hands. “Help!” she shouted, her voice cracking with panic. “Please, someone help! He’s not breathing!”A few seconds later, faint footsteps of guards approached.Becca shouted again. “Please! He’s dying!”Two gua
Laughter moved through the grand dining hall. At the head of the table sat Desmond, his eyes, cold and unreadable, reflected the fire from the massive hearth at the far end of the hall.To his right sat Seraphina, dressed in an elegant red gown that hugged her growing curves. Her hand rested lightly on her stomach but her gaze was anything but soft. Beside her, Ava played with her wine glass, her lips painted a sharp shade of red that matched her sharp smile.Jack was seated at the far end. His jaw was tense, his wolf barely contained beneath his calm facade.Seraphina shifted slightly, frowning down at her plate. “This food tastes… off.”Ava laughed a bit.“You say that about everything lately.”“Because everything tastes off,” Seraphina snapped. “The meat is undercooked, the sauce is too bitter, and this wine—” she set her cup down harshly, “—it tastes like ash.”Desmond chuckled, though his gaze flicked to the maid standing nervously near the table. “You heard the Luna. Fix it.
Becca sat with her back pressed against the wall, her arms around her knees. Every breath she took came with the soft rasp of exhaustion. They had been down here too long.Max was awake again. He sat on the far side of the chamber, his arm resting over his knee, watching the faint orange flame above the torch. Becca had been watching him for a while, though she tried to be subtle about it. She knew how stubborn Max was and how he hated being seen as weak.“Stop staring, Becca,” Max said without looking at her, his voice rough but teasing.Her lips twitched, half a smile forming. “I wasn’t staring. I was… observing.”“That’s just a fancy word for staring,” he muttered, but there was a smirk beneath his tone.Becca pushed herself up from the floor, brushing the dust off her dress. “Then let me ‘observe’ properly,” she said, kneeling beside him. “Take off your shirt.”Max blinked. “What?”“You heard me,” she said, trying to sound firm. “I need to check your wounds. Mira and I are ti







