Avery’s POVThe silence in the sterile hospital hallway became absolute. Even the relentless buzzing of the fluorescent lights seemed to cut out, leaving me in a vacuum where only the woman’s cold, gray gaze existed.She looked like a ghost, an elegant specter of the past I had only ever seen in the black-and-white photos scattered throughout Caspian’s private study. She was thinner, older, and her hair was a brittle shade of platinum, but those eyes, that sharp, predatory, Sterling gaze, were unmistakable."You’re dead," I breathed, the words barely audible. "Caspian told me his mother died in Switzerland a decade ago. He visited the grave.""He visited an empty headstone, Avery," the woman replied, stepping closer until the scent of expensive, sharp perfume permeated the air. "Caspian has always been prone to romanticizing his tragedies. It made it easier for him to build his little kingdom if he believed he was an orphan, driven by the mem
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