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All my encounters at the square was nothing short of exciting and for now, I'd rather be a spectator than a partaker. "Did you know that they city could be so gruel?" I questioned without looking at him, my face still pressed to the window. I heard him shift, the sound of his material rustling against the leather chair. "What do you mean?" This time, I did shift to face him, "Beggars, thiefs and kidnappers. They walk amongst those people and you never know who is who."

~Rose~ I had woken up to an empty apartment, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I was stadning by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, looking out over the city. The people were moving around beneath me, going to their destinations, and some, wondering what their destination was. How did my life take this turn? How did I go from making a living by stealing from people, to signing a contract, giving myself to a cold-hearted, gazilionare-CEO?

A gold mine was discovered in the vicinity. The City of No Return was an extremely dangerous region. There were countless thieves and bandits that lived in the city. Normal citizens didn’t like to live in this city because of the high crime rate. The city was lawless and there were hardly any officials in the area. The city was neglected a long time ago.

​Cassian’s POV ​The streets of the Jade City were a labyrinth of frozen terror. Every corner we turned revealed a new tableau of life interrupted. Thorne’s warriors moved in a tight formation, their obsidian axes held low, their ears twitching at every phantom sound. In this city of glass, even the sound of our own breathing felt like an intrusion. ​“The shadows are wrong here,” I whispered to Winnie. ​“What do you mean?” she asked, her hand resting on the hilt of the small silver dagger I had given her.

He knew I couldn't hold the bridge much longer. ​"You want the secrets of the Thorne family?" Julian asked, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You want the crimes of the men who built this city?" ​He didn't hand them the book. He dropped it into the small, flickering fire of the thermal charge that was still burning on the floor. ​"No!" the soldier lunged forward. ​But it was too late. The ledger, the physical proof of a hundred years of corruption, caught fire instantly. The paper curled, the ink turning to ash.

It doesn’t numb the pain, not yet anyway. I take another shot before going to the window and looking out over the kingdom. The view on this side of the castle is different. From here, I can see the place where I chased the thief last night. I can see the cliff where the thief leapt. When I first saw him jump, I thought it was suicide. Then, a bronze dragon caught him and flew him away. Just one more confirmation that the thief is a rider. The next morning, I’m up and dressed, ready to meet with my father’s advisors and see what needs to be done, when I hear trumpets heralding the approach of someone. A moment later, I hear someone running to my bedroom before there’s a knock at my door.

"Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him? "No wonder you resigned and left so quickly back then. So this was your plan all along. You stole company money and took confidential company files. Now you're living so comfortably." Mia coldly accused me from the side. I ignored her. I looked at Ethan. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away. It seemed this entire scene today was something he had planned too. I wasn't surprised. I was already used to it. In fact, if Ethan wasn't involved, I might have found it strange.

“And like always, they found whatever few survivors and took them away. For what reason, I can’t tell. Maybe for interrogations. I don’t know… Does this mean that someone’s chasing after Ra’ventrii, too? Besides us?” “Or cleaning up after them,” said Orsethii. “How interesting.” ~ Thanatos loomed over the vast Imperial city below. Unlike the Einherjar’s usual targets, this one seemed more refined and more polished. Like a showroom version of an industrial city. Unlike the vast diaspora of the usual coral city, or the rigid beauty of a crystal city, this one was a kind of mix between the two. It was as though the city was populated with massive slabs of slate which jutted out of the ground in

“I wouldn’t say that with such confidence. The requests he makes, the prices he sets, they tend to be pretty… personal.” “Personal? How so?” Braxton nodded, “To get into the pack, he made a rogue omega Kiara hand over a pendant necklace which belonged to her mother. It was the last thing she had to remember her dead parents by and Camden took it from her like it meant nothing. It was just some kind of twisted trophy and the rest of us were left having to help look after a distraught and grieving eleven year old little girl.” Adira hated to admit it, but that was much worse than what she had been expecting and she couldn’t help but wonder what Camden might ask of her in exchange for his help.

The city’s underbelly was a maze of shadows, its rundown safe house a crumbling relic of forgotten loyalties. Gianna Moretti stood in the doorway, her leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes heavy with grief. Alessio, her former mentor and father figure, had vanished after the city’s power vacuum, his absence a wound after Lorenzo’s betrayal of their mothers. The Order of Cinders, led by Viktor Crane, was exploiting the unrest, their manifesto—uncovered in the docks raid—hinting at a larger plan to seize the underworld. Gianna’s jaw clenched, their rooftop kiss, Kai’s vow, a flame that burned through her fear of losing another piece of her past.