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he muttered. “Your book fell. I put it back on the shelf. Go get it and stop bothering me,” he said, closing his eyes. Adeline’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She fetched her book, sat on the bed, leaned back, and resumed reading. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She finally set the book on the bedside table, pulled up the blanket, and closed her eyes. ***

Chapter 1: Run "Run. If I catch you, I’ll fuck you." I closed my book and hugged it close to my chest, kicking my feet up in the air as I screamed. Oh God, to be Adeline right now, chased, Caught and wanted that badly. My blanket hung forgotten by my bed stand, my crop top riding up as I sprawled across my bed in nothing but my underwear. I couldn't care less about my dignity. I was home, in my room, alone, with only Haunting Adeline for company.

I am not certain if this means she despises me more than I know, or—the latter. For this being before me—my breath is harsh against my lips, my wolf is a feral spark in the glint of my eye— will either guide me, or I will fail, and fall. Fall. Falling. gods, I am falling. I stare at her, watch her breathe, delicate and alluring yet bold in her venture into the bowels of the endless. My eyebrows gather. No ordinary being can be here, at this moment as I am. Adeline was no ordinary being. She was bound to a being of chaos, that is what gave her access to the endless.

Silent tears flowed out as I dipped lower in the mattress. My headache had finally resided by the time I woke up. The curtains were drawn on the window and it was already dark outside. I stared out at the moonless night beyond as my heard wrapped around the reality. Sighing inaudibly, I turned around and saw Adeline hunched over her study table, her nose poking into a book. She was really engrossed into whatever she was reading. Getting off the bed, I tiptoed toward her. As my shadow fell over her book, she turned around, "Oh, hi, you are finally up." Putting the bookmark inside the page, she continued, "How is your headache?"

And strangely, I didn’t feel any attraction towards her. I wasn’t sure if it had faded over time since it was a stupid infatuation or if was it replaced by someone more…important? I walked out of the manor and found the ‘more important.’ Adeline stood before the birds with a bowl of grain in her hand, and she fed them. The birds seemed to be flocking around her as if she was snow white. Her lips moved as she looked at one of them. Was she talking to them? I moved closer to listen in.

Chapter 59 Adelie froze on the spot and her eyes slowly widened in shock. "What is going on?" "Are they not siblings? What in the world is going on?" "Don't tell me they've been... Oh, no..." Adelie felt her heart stop beating for a while as those whispers tore through her ear, and when he finally pulled away from her, she staggered back, her face looked pale and shocked like someone that'd just seen a ghost. Maybe it would've felt better if she had seen a ghost, who knows?

My flight was in an hour, and I felt relieved to be finally getting out of here. I didn’t even say goodbye to Clay, and I knew him very well; he’s going to be pissed off. I sat down and made myself comfortable. It was awfully cold inside. I took a book to pass the time and began to read "Haunting Adeline"; it’s one of my favorite books, and I’ve read it more than ten times. “Excuse me?” I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t hear the woman standing in front of me.

"I can make you forget the Council. Just one taste, Zane. Let me remind you of the history we almost had." She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my knees, her hands fumbling with my belt. She looked up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes searching for a flicker of the old fire. "She doesn't even know how to please you," Adeline hissed, her voice sharp with venom. "She’s a cold, little bird. I’m a fire. Let me burn for you." She leaned forward, her mouth opening to take me through the fabric of my trousers, her hands reaching up to shove her breasts into my face, desperate for any contact, any sign that she still held power over me.

A ripple of awe passed through her—she had sensed her sister’s gift was unusual, but to hear it spoken of with such weight stirred something deeper in her. --- Later that morning, Arda and Adeline sat with the Salutary in the library, a room lined with old leather-bound texts and smelling faintly of cedar. Gillow paced near the tall windows, silent but watchful. Adeline’s voice trembled slightly as she recounted her experience. “I went out to the balcony just after sunrise. The light touched me and… I don’t know what came over me. My body seized, I couldn’t move. Then I saw it—flashes, like pieces of another world. There was fighting during the ceremony. Blood. Bodies falling. And mountain a

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.