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When I turned around, Eron was standing by the bookshelves like he had been there the whole time, his hood down, and his violet eyes fixed on me. "You were listening," I said. "Yes." Kaelith moved fast, putting himself between us, his hand going to his hip even though his blade wasn't there. Eron didn't look at him, he just kept staring at me. "So now you know," he said. His voice was low and calm. "What are you. What am I?" I stepped around Kaelith. "You're supposed to kill me. That's what the book said." "Yes." "Then why haven't you?"

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

“They were.” The elevator slowed. The air between them hadn’t. When the doors parted, the atmosphere of the Grey empire awaited. Dark leather, chrome fixtures, and the muted thrum of wealth. Assistants moved quickly, whispering into earpieces. And then—he appeared. Leo Grey. Tall, leaner than Cassian, but sharp in tailored navy. His smile was immediate, charming, calculated—the kind meant to disarm and lure. But his eyes, when they landed on Zara, darkened with recognition. And interest.

"I was eight when she came back. It felt like meeting a stranger. She claimed she'd given the baby up for adoption, and my father... he took her back like nothing had happened. He's a good man, and it makes him vulnerable." Damien's voice dropped to a whisper. "A week later, Philip Payne and his family were found shot dead in their Georgia apartment." I gasped. "Did she...?" I couldn't finish the question. "I don't know," Damien admitted, his unseeing eyes focused on some distant point. I'd always known Mrs. Grey was manipulative, but murder? Surely there had to be another explanation. "Is Danish Rob...?" I began, piecing it together. "Yes," Damien confirmed. "He's that child."

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It was in demonic text. ''S Grey'' Lord Anex: Slave Grey? Kiri: That sounded so uncool. Grey: I don't have a word I can express. Ban: Lord Gula- Do you mind passing me the book? I don't know a bit about ancient demonic texts but if it was demonic text then I have a bit of information since Kiri had been teaching me. Ancient and current are not that different but the writings are more crude and hard to make out. I flipped through the second part of the book and came upon a similar letter. The letter S.

Sunday arrived with actual sunlight, which felt like poor timing. The island looked different in it, the black sand beach below the cliffs turned bronze, the stone walls of the academy lost their severity, the Atlantic shifted from its usual grey-green threat into something almost forgiving. Nora stood at the window of the east common room with her second coffee and looked at all of it and thought about Monday morning and an unstaffed academic wing and a manuscript sitting in a restricted section with thirty hours left before it disappeared into a High Court archive forever.

When I heard his footsteps approach, I picked up the book and pretended to read it. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Theon recognize the book's cover, and he stormed towards me. “This book, you read it too?” he asked with a frown. I blinked up at him innocently and turned the book over to inspect the cover as though I was seeing it for the first time. “You know the book as well?” Theon stared at me with a grim but narrowed look. “It was Eleanor’s favourite book,” he confessed. “Was it?” I hummed. “You must have loved her a lot. You mention her a lot these days.”

Thank you for reading this book, and once again, I appreciate all the love, support, and kind words that everyone has given me. For the patience and trust you had in me with this story. This has been the darkest story I have written, and Theon was a character who was not meant to be just a hero. He had committed sins, some of which will forever remain. Yileyna, our innocent yet naughty Yileyna, where do I start? She was a young girl who, in a way, was infatuated with Theon, unable to see anything more than the love she felt for him. They both grew, both changed for the better, and only then were they able to truly be with one another.

The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.