ALVINA I woke to a silence so heavy it felt physical. For a long moment, I lay paralyzed, watching the silver moonlight filter through heavy velvet curtains. This wasn't the cramped, drafty bedroom of my childhood where the smell of stale beer and my father’s disappointment clung to the walls. Here, the air smelled of heirloom roses and old money. The sheets beneath me were silk, cool and smooth like water, but they felt like a shroud. The memories hit me in a sickening wave: the rain, the hunters, the cathedral doors, and the cold, gold band Ethan Kael had slid onto my finger to seal a lie. I bolted out of bed, my bare feet sinking into a rug so plush it felt like moss. I ran for the door and gripped the ornate brass knob. I twisted. It didn't budge. I twisted harder, pulling until my muscles ached. Locked. I was a prisoner in a palace. I sank to the floor, pressing my back against the cold wood, listening to the house breathe. I tried to tell myself he had locked it to keep th
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