Anastasia’s POV The memory hit me so hard that I was out of bed before my mind could fully process it. Beneath my mother’s bed sat an old wooden box, small, dark, and impossibly heavy for its size. Clara had always been fiercely protective of it, artfully dodging every question I ever asked. It had remained a background detail of my childhood until tonight, until someone broke into my apartment, until the box went missing, and until a stranger texted me asking what my mother had left behind.I threw on my robe and stepped out into the hallway, startled to find Jaxon leaning against the wall opposite my door with his arms folded across his chest. He straightened immediately, his gaze scanning my face as I stepped toward him."You're supposed to be sleeping," he said."I remembered something. The wooden box under my mother's bed. someone took it.""I know. I was there when we realized it was missing.""And you didn't think to tell me?" I stepped closer, the heat of frustration rising i
Last Updated : 2026-09-18 Read more