The Phoenix Heiress
The shed smelled of oil and old wood, the kind of place where secrets lingered long after the doors closed. The air was heavy, thick with anticipation, and every step I took inside felt like walking into the heart of my past.
Beth was beside me, her chin lifted, her eyes sharp. She was younger, but there was steel in her spine. Grim’s daughter had inherited his quiet strength, and standing next to her, I felt a strange kind of kinship. She looked like me—enough that Liam’s gaze snapped to her the moment we entered.
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