Viola's POVSeth didn't leave Europe.But he didn't dare show his face to me again.The truth I'd shown him at the café had shattered more than his pride; it shattered his courage to even look me in the eye.He became a ghost, haunting the edges of my life.On my morning drive to the academy for my advanced studies, a black Maybach would always follow from a distance, maintaining a "safe" two-hundred-meter gap.At night, gifts would appear at my apartment door like clockwork.The freshest imported ingredients, a limited-edition model kit Leo had once desperately wanted, even a rare, out-of-print ancient medical text.He was trying to fill the twelve-year-old black hole he'd dug with these clumsy offerings.But I was busy.So incredibly busy.Away from the suffocating Snow Fang pack, I discovered just how vast the world was for a high-level healer.I was busy researching ancient healing runes.Busy discussing academics—and occasionally sharing dinner—with Duke Adrian, the gentlemanly, w
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