PAIGE’S POV The night was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but calm. The moonlight shone faintly through the large windows, tracing pale silver lines across the room. Azriel was beside me, his breathing deep and even as his arm wrapped loosely around my waist, he had drifted into slumber easily, but I couldn’t close my eyes.No matter how hard I tried, Lucinda’s voice wouldn’t leave my mind.Her story played over and over again like a broken song, each word scraping against my heart. I could still see her expression, calm, almost empty as she recounted the pain of her past; the betrayal of Azriel’s father, and the curse that followed. It wasn’t just a story. It was a confession, and I didn’t know what to do with it.For most of my life, I had wondered how my real mother was. I used to imagine someone kind, loving, and strong. I dreamed that one day when we finally meet in the next life, she would hold me and say she was sorry. That she missed me and loved me.But instead, I got L
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