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Evie started peppering me with what felt like a million questions. “Yes, she is very pretty,” I admitted smiling softly, thinking back to how good she looked in that retro skirt and blouse. My smile faded when I thought of the rest of my sister’s questions. “She’s the human executive assistant to Delta Silvercloud.” I sighed as my family gasped at this news. “Another human in the pack!?” Dad blinked. “She must be something special for the Goddess to bring her into our world.” Mom nodded. “Is she like Beta Sarael?” Evie asked.

We throw ourselves into a long hug. “How have you been? It’s been so long!” we say in unison, laughing. “I was feeling terrible about leaving LA without seeing you,” Evie says, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But there was an emergency at work, and I had to get back to San Francisco.” “Oh really?” I say. She nods. “But now I’m so happy I got to see you.” Her gaze drops to the twins beside me. “Wait—are these…?” I nod quickly. “Yes! Scarlett and Sterling. You remember them?”

"Where do you wanna go?" Zoe asked from behind, putting on her shoes. Evie's attention was on the picture on the table. It was the picture of both Zoe and Arabella, they look so happy and inseparable that Evie found herself feeling jealous. "I don't know!" Her voice was soft, she lowered her head not wanting to look anymore. Deep down, she wants to ask who she is but she dares not. It's not like they are close friends anyways.

Nobody spoke whenever the curse acted to avoid triggering it further. I took slow deep breaths to control it but it was becoming harder. Ever since I heard of Evie’s disappearance, I felt so many different emotions and each of them made the curse react. I moved toward her bedroom slowly. My eyes landed on the unmade bed. One of Tommy’s shirts lay across the chair near the window. There was a sketchbook on the nightstand beside several pencil drawings of dress designs. Evie’s stuff. I picked up the sketchbook and flipped through the pages filled with elegant gowns and handwritten notes.

There'd been blood. Felecia pulled another picture then another from the boxes. Only a few included the woman-Karen. Most were of the boy. He had dark curling hair, a chubby face and dark eyes that always seemed to be lit up with a smile. "Felecia?" Kelsey said slowly. "Evan, get up here. I don't do feelings and our girl looks like she's about to have a lot of them." Felecia began pulling pictures out from farther back. It took her roughly thirty photographs to find one of just her mother.

Old Mr. Lane’s fingers were trembling from agitation. He almost dropped the medal in his hand. His eyes were red as he looked at the young woman in front of him. His voice was shaking. “Evie… You’re really back?” “Yes, Grandpa. I’m back.” Eva had always been a strong woman. She would bite down and get through any obstacles she faced. However, she could no longer hold back the moment her grandfather called her by her nickname. She lunged at him and cried in the arms of her grandfather.

"Our men were overtaken by another party who also wanted her dead. Before we could reach her ourselves, someone had already taken her from the scene. Only the body of her attacker remained." Evie's fingers tightened slightly around the stem of her glass. She had spent years hunting the whereabouts of her sister's only descendant. She was certain that finding Aroura's daughter would finally close the last remaining threat. And now, after all that patience, the opportunity had slipped through her hands just like that. "You're all useless." She took a slow sip of wine. "Unable to handle one girl, and now someone else has taken her before either of us could finish it." She set the glass down and

"No!" "Ha! I scored higher!" Then the laughter from Richard she heard. "Evie's going on a date with me! You're going on a proper date with me!" "It's not a date! I will only spending my day with you!" Evie actually wants to cry. She can't believe that stupid point one! Why is there a point one there! Why can't it be just nineteen? Dang nineteen! As soon as she sees Brieanna, she runs to hug her little missy, crying like a kid.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

But it was the shelf tucked into the corner behind a paneled column that caught my attention. A photo album. It was real. Leather-bound and thick with age. I pulled it down carefully, dust sticking to my fingertips. The pages crackled as I opened it. The first few were what you’d expect—Evan as a boy, holding trophies, grinning with missing teeth. His mother was younger, radiant, her hand always resting on his shoulder. Then I flipped further. A black-and-white photo slid out. I bent to catch it before it hit the ground. My breath caught.