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Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

My jaws clenched as I stared at him before unclenching my jaw and swallowing hard. “I, Prince Dominic Direken accept the good-willed order of your majesty.”

he said flatly. Anger sparked. “You don’t know me.” “I know your hands,” he replied. “Too soft.” I clenched them into fists. “I can learn.” He leaned back slightly. “What’s your name?” “Vindel.” “Last name?” I hesitated. Just for a second. “Holt.” Something shifted in his eyes. Not recognition. Not fear. Just interest. “Right,” he said. “And I’m supposed to believe that.” “I don’t care what you believe,” I snapped. “I need work.”

Rex Gavyn looked at her movements, showing a clear and warm smile, just took a step, but heard Wendy Walters say, "Don't come, don't come before I'm ready, okay?" "Okay." Rex Gavyn took his steps back, "I'll wait for you." "I……I'm a divorced woman." Rex Gavyn paused, and suddenly the figure of Wendy Walters on the day of divorce flashed before his eyes. He squeezed his fist and replied lightly, "I know." Wendy Walters turned around, walked towards Rex Gavyn, and stood still in front of him, she smiled lightly, and a small pear vortex appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Kean Flair, let's bet."