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At Charlie. Her whole body locked. Its voice rasped like broken branches dragged across stone: "The Unwritten." Charlie stumbled back. "Nope. No thank you. Return that word to sender." Lysander snarled. "You will not touch her." The Hollowed tilted its head. "She belongs... to the Moon That Was Severed." Charlie's heartbeat thudded painfully loud. "I don't even know what that means—" Matthew hissed under his breath, "It's a prophecy reference. A very bad one."

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

She stretched, arching her back like a cat in the sun, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. Then she saw it. Resting on the pillow where his head should have been was a small, square piece of heavy cream cardstock. She picked it up, her fingers trembling just enough to make the paper rattle. Tonight at midnight. Roof garden. Wear nothing but the silk robe I left you. — M The rest of the day was a total wash.

Every major kingdom had been summoned to the Summit of the Twelve Alphas … the first gathering since my awakening had shaken the world. Cassian read the guest list aloud, steady, until his jaw locked around one name. “Blackthorn Kingdom.” Silence. Every eye in the room found me. I smiled instead of flinching … slow, calm, a little dangerous, even to my own ears. “Good. I’m tired of hiding.” ⸻ They opened the treasury that afternoon and drew the Moon Crown out from beneath centuries of sealed magic … a crown that had rejected every ruler who’d dared reach for it, its silver surface cold enough to fog the glass case around it.

"I bestow upon you this Queen's Crown, affirming your honor. You are the chosen future queen, destined to wed the prince." Elder William lifted the crown from the tray, an exquisite masterpiece crafted from the purest silver, adorned with the whitest gemstones, and embellished with radiant diamonds and moonstones. At its pinnacle, a moonlit blue sapphire shimmered, encircled by twelve dazzling diamond stars. Silver laurel leaves elegantly entwined the crown's base, reminiscent of waves cradling luminous stars. Such a crown surpasses our mortal craftsmanship; only the Moon Goddess could conceive such celestial beauty.

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.

But what she didn’t know was that it wouldn’t be suspicious, Dawn already knew what I was. “Thank you Leya,” I said again. I entered into our small kitchen that we never used. Complete sets of cutlery were set about the place, on shelves, on cabinets, it drawers, just everywhere. I spotted a black flask seated on the kitchen Kaldar. It had a small label attached to it and I read out the calligraphic style hand writing which I immediately recognized to be Jhan’s hand writing. It read, ‘For Kaldar, drink it with your nose closed…’