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"It’s a bit... tight, Lila. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind sharing a bed that doesn't have a remote control. It’s the only room left." "Tight" was an understatement. The attic room had slanted, low ceilings with exposed oak beams that Adrian had to duck under just to move. There was a single, heavy oak bed that looked like it had been handed down through five generations, covered in a thick, handmade floral quilt. A small window stood open, letting in the sound of crickets and a cool breeze that carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

Chapter 19 – Brewing Magic Selene’s POV The attic door creaks open, and I’m instantly enveloped by a wave of rich, layered scents... floral, earthy, and tinged with the faintest trace of citrus and spice. My breath catches in my throat. I blink once, twice, to be sure I'm not imagining it. This isn't the dusty, unused attic I remember.

, Drake asked in an urgent whisper while inching closer to the Omega who was now blushing profusely. "I… I…", the words were stuck in her throat. He was too handsome and too close, and all this was too sudden. "She… maybe…" "Yes? Yes!?", he asked impatiently. She blinked rapidly. "The attic. There is a girl living in the attic." ---

“I told you what I needed to say. Go enjoy your Valentine’s Day gift, little flower.” I blush at the nickname before nodding and heading towards the attic. I hesitate in the doorway, looking at the beautiful little key before sliding it into the lock. The door swings open with a soft ‘click.’

Reasonable. Then pointed. God. Toward the stairs. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable honestly. Then everyone followed. God. Adrian. Fair. Elena. Reasonable. Ava. God. The entire investigation team. Fair. Then they reached the attic. Reasonable. A place nobody used. God. A place nobody checked. Fair. A suspicious place. Reasonable honestly. Then Lily opened the attic door. God. And froze. Fair. Completely froze. Reasonable. Because inside—

“You can’t. Not now. Come with me.” He guided me toward the back of the house. I didn’t resist anymore. My body shook too violently. When we reached the backyard, I stopped again. My sisters were there, sitting on a wooden bench, laughing. Chatting like nothing was wrong. Talking about one thing. “Did you see the stranger?” Iris giggled. “Veylor Caith. The one with the camera.” I stared at them in disbelief, tears still flowing. Tallis placed a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, hurting, confused, unable to understand how they could laugh while Papa was fighting for his life inside.

with the promise of returning the following day with our findings. “I didn’t want to say anything in there,” Nora said as she slid into the passenger’s seat of my car, “but that attic had a really creepy feel.” “Well, we’re investigating it because someone or something is locking the door from the inside and making all kinds of noise every night,” I offered. “I’d call that creepy behavior.” She nodded. “I can’t wait to get a look.”

We stepped down onto the stoned steps around the fountain where there were bare flowers. "That's rather odd, those should be fully in bloom this season." Senya whispers, continuing down the path towards the trees. Underneath my favorite tree, the Cherry Blossom tree. There sat an older woman and Atticus. He was helping her drink some kind of tea, he hadn't seen us yet as we stepped more into view, where the herbs from earlier laid in a bowl he placed on the ground for the time being. Barinor was right, that look, Atticus wore it upon his face as well, his love was pure, and it made my heart aflutter.

When the lights flickered on, a neat room came into view. In the corner was a modest-sized bed with a lampside beside it. Near her was a study table with school supplies, and across it, a window. Opposite the foot of the bed stood a cabinet filled with different kinds of flowers—each preserved, laminated, and framed. Atasha walked closer, admiring the collection. The flowers were stunning, their beauty perfectly preserved. She examined each one until her eyes landed on a photo at the very center. She froze. It was a family picture—a couple seated while a young man and woman stood behind them.