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Sophia looked at the IV line still in Daniel’s arm. She didn’t see healing. She saw danger. This wasn’t about opportunity. It was about design. Every move had been calculated. Every weakness studied. Every escape route already blocked. And Daniel — kind, open, trusting — had walked right into it. ༺❀༻ Silas didn’t rest. That night, he went to Daniel’s old building. Studied the gas meter. The kitchen. The hallway. Then he pulled the only evidence left: the security footage from the day of the fire.

And there was a reason no Lycán had ever beaten me in a race in my entire life. I caught their scents ahead of me. Fenrir and the twins were leading, followed closely by Enzo and Roque. Klaus and Lyra covered the rear with Damián, who despite broken ribs kept a respectable pace. And ahead, separated from the group, the unmistakable scent of Silas. The damn bookworm was fast. Faster than anyone would suspect seeing him with his glasses and robes. He had passed Fenrir and the twins and ran in first place with a widening lead.

Aurora Silence stretched across the room, thick and alive, like the air itself was holding its breath. Every muscle, every heartbeat, every inhale—tense. Waiting. Daniel was a man of many trades, but when he opened his mouth, he either fucked it up for everyone, shocked the entire room, or unleashed a truth so sharp and dangerous it could cut through empires. That was Daniel—reckless, frighteningly precise.

Should he say less and give in to her so that they could avoid quarreling all day long? Their daughter had fallen asleep, and the two of them were silent, so the atmosphere in the car was very frigid. Silvia took out the foreign trade materials book that she bought from Valley Bookstore and read them. She’d originally planned to read it on the bus to pass the time so it was also appropriate for her to read it now. She looked very focused and really got into it after a while. She was starting work tomorrow, and she really wanted to learn more things so she would be able to cope with the first day of work tomorrow.

He knew that if he could learn Hellfire, it would greatly enhance his capabilities. Danial took the book, Hellfire, and approached Elysia, presenting it with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Elysia glanced at the title and raised an eyebrow. "Hellfire, huh? That's quite an ambitious choice." Danial nodded, sensing Elysia had more to say. She continued, "What you need is a defensive technique. Although Hellfire can be used defensively, it requires immense focus and hard work. Are you sure you want to select this? I advise you to choose a defensive technique to balance out your offensiveness."

"Wherever the strongest player goes, chaos follows. It is not difficult math." "That sounds either very smart or completely insane," Silas said pleasantly. "Usually both at the same time," Daniel said. "I find the combination useful." Silas pointed at him. "I like this one." "Nobody asked you," Ronan said. "Nobody asks me anything and yet here I am, consistently correct." Silas spread his hands. "It is a gift." “I think I like him too” Daniel smiled weirdly at Silas. Ara opened her mouth to say something, and then the text appeared.

He remembered that Clara's baby most closely matched the characteristics in the book's sentence. "This is no coincidence, Clara's child is not just any child, she is very special," Daniel muttered while rubbing his chin. Suddenly, Sierra knocked at the door. Daniel was shocked and surprised. He reflexively closed the book and hid it under his pillow. "Daniel, what are you doing here?" "N-no, I'm just playing with my phone," he replied quickly, trying to act casual. Sierra tilted her head and didn't believe Daniel's unconvincing expression. Daniel sighed. He knew his sister was too smart to be easily lied to, and now was not the time to tell her what he had found.

He kept his voice very neutral, like he was just making conversation about the weather. Ariel’s body tensed immediately, like someone had pulled a string attached to her spine. The pasta on her fork suddenly felt like lead in her stomach. Her appetite vanished instantly. “Daniel…” Her voice was warning. “No, hear me out,” Daniel said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m not trying to start anything. I’m just talking about the book. It was actually really well-written. Not trashy or anything. The author… she was really thoughtful about it. She made a very compelling case for why their relationship could actually work, why it wasn’t as wrong as people automatically assume.”

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

I feel the pressure of their expectations crushing me, but the idea of being subjected to that man… of being exposed to such a level of humiliation… I shook at the very thought. The silence continues, thick and unbearingly heavy before finally breaking as Daniel speaks. "We are really in trouble. Serafine, what will we do?" I don't know, I really really don't know.