Mila's POV..I hate Bastain Mercer.It was still very early when I made my way to the hidden room Bastian had prepared for me. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the forest, and the soft rustle of leaves beneath my feet seemed louder than usual, like the world itself was watching me betray Knox.My heart pounded not from the walk, but from knowing what I had to do.Bastian waited in the shadows, leaning casually against a wall, his dark eyes flicking toward me as I entered. “You’re late,” he said, his voice sharp and irritated “well I had to walk all the way here at the crack of dawm,” I said quickly, trying to mask the nervous tremor in my voice.“You always have an excuse,” he muttered. Then his tone softened, just a little. “Well?”I sank into the chair across from him and took a deep breath. “Knox… he’s gone. He’s traveling with Caleb and Conrad. I don’t know why or for how long, but he left yesterday.” Bastian tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Hmm. S
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