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“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

I am falling and the world is fading. Everything turns white. I hear voices that sound distant and desperate. Lucien is screaming my name. Nyrielle’s wings beating the air. I can’t move. I feel warmth. A hand. Lightning and flame twined around me like a cocoon. But I’m too far. Too deep. And then— Silence. Darkness. And somewhere, in the distance… a voice not my own whispers: You are the Crown. You are the choice. You are the cost. Then nothing.

The ink was dark, the handwriting rushed—as though the writer had been in a hurry. "What're you doing, Talia?" Mason questioned. The suspicion in his voice made my head snap up. His eyes were trained on me—wary. My eyes slipped to Nicole, whose expression mirrored Mason's. "What's wrong?" My brows creased. Mason opened his mouth. "Nothing," Nicole answered hurriedly. "Go on." My eyes lingered on him—wary—for a second before drifting back to the book. "The Crown of Thorns," I whispered, feeling a light pressure against my forehead. "A powerful relic forged by the goddess herself."

Liana’s POV The Crown does not ask for my consent. The instant the understanding settles into me—that the presence beyond Midnight moves through recognition, through bonds rather than distance—the Crown reacts like a living thing that has finally identified its predator. Power surges up my spine with brutal force, knocking the breath from my lungs as my vision fractures into white-hot shards. Midnight answers. Not with sound. With definition. The land folds inward, not shrinking but sharpening, every boundary snapping into place with terrifying precision. Inside becomes absolute. Outside becomes irrelevant. I feel it ripple through soil and root, through stone and stream, through every livin

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

She giggled at the end. “I got into your head so I could fully see your dreams and explain them better to you. You have been having these awful nightmares because you are yet to accept who you are. You have chosen to hurt yourself believing that your father's death was caused by you. That is NOT true. You are blessed with a gift directly given to you by the Moon goddess. It is a gift that will enable you to control the forces of nature, a blessing so volatile that it could be a deadly curse. Take the scepter, it is yours!!”. The last words rang repeatedly in my head, echoing till I blacked out.