And what was the reason for that curiosity?“It’s been an age since I last set foot on this soil,” Willow replied, a defensive shrug lifting her shoulders. “I simply felt the urge to reacquaint myself with the place.” She paused, her eyes drifting back to the barred wood. “Whose sanctuary is that, anyway?”A flicker of something dark crossed Vincent’s features as he looked at the door. He masked the emotion with practiced ease, but for a split second, a shadow had passed over him that felt cold—deadly, even.“It was his mother’s quarters.”He brought his focus back to Willow, his stare piercing.“You mean Ophelia?”Vincent nodded. Willow had a faint recollection of the woman. Though she had been soft-spoken and graceful, she was a ghost even when she lived, rarely seen with Roman or Matthew. Both Alpha parents had spent their lives entrenched in pack politics, far from the hearth.“Where is she now?” Willow asked, her voice dropping.With a hollow, vacant look, he simply replied, “Awa
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