Pietro knew about Gaille. He told me if I wanted answers, I should meet him at Dawson’s pawnshop. There, he kept me like a prisoner. But everything shifted when we entered the mystical forest. Whitney wasn’t there. Natasha wasn’t there. Instead, Pietro introduced me to Isabella—my father’s lost sister. But she carried something I never expected. She looked exactly like Barbara. I froze. Where was Natasha? I wanted to ask, but I dared not. Whitney was left at home, Natasha should have picked her up, yet she was nowhere to be found. Pietro grinned, and hybrids began to emerge from the shadows. I stepped back, but he stopped me—just like before. Things seemed smooth, but something was wrong. Minutes later, both Whitney and Natasha appeared. Relief washed over me as I hugged Whitney and thanked Natasha. But my hand instinctively checked my pocket. One vial was missing. “Looking for this?” Pietro taunted, swaying the vial in his hand. He ordered them to hold me down and
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