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Then, the explanation began. "To push boundaries and bring something new to Ashenford, we decided to use the latest DC steel from the country of Mirelia. It's incredibly strong, never rusts, and doesn't deform. It gives a futuristic edge…" Once the explanation was finished, they revealed a physical model—clearer and more lifelike than the 3D renderings. Their design, a massive ferris wheel called The Ashenford Eye, towered over all other buildings in the city.

The ones burning visibility too fast or hoarding it so carefully they'd made themselves irrelevant. The room Nora shared with Demi was on the third floor of the Human Quarter's east wing, which Marcus told her was considered a good placement far enough from the courtyard entrance to avoid foot traffic, close enough to the Crossing corridor to access the main building without going outside in the island's particular brand of cold, which was the kind of cold that came off the Atlantic with specific intent.

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

When I get home, it's late, and the house is dark and quiet. I drop my keys on the table by the door, my feet aching from a long day. I'm not in the mood for any more surprises, but as I walk into the living room, I see Liam sitting there, almost hidden in the shadows. He's got a glass of whiskey in one hand, his posture slumped, like the weight of the world is pressing down on his shoulders.

What the hell is that supposed to mean. A cold feeling swept through my head and I felt chills on my finger. It reminded me that I was overthinking and it was never a good sign. Damnit! This is why I hate coming home. I stomped to my room and locked the door behind me, dropping onto the bed. My phone buzzed, reminding me it was time to take my drugs. I hate my life.

I coo, cupping his red cheeks between my hands after showing him the phone in my hand. “I’m going to get even for this.” He vows quiet enough for me to hear. We stayed there another thirty minutes before deciding to go back home. We enter the house, and I walk into my room. Game of Throne is starting in twenty-five minutes and I do hope to have taken a shower and change into my night wears. William says he’ll do the same and then make potato chips before the show keeps our mouth busy and I can’t say I’m not glad that he is thinking of the two of us.

He bangs more throwing the don't open and I get thrown to the floor as the figure stand in the open doorway. “Welcome to the House of shadows, you will not leave here.”

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Royal Academy-- Courtesy of Lucian, who had gone back to the castle two days, he had Llewellyn organize and go through the participants of the tournament, leaving Katherine in Llewellyn's care until he returned. Katherine, however, was partially glad she didn't have to see or speak with Lucian for some time. She walked into the private dining hall that was on a higher floor than the main dining hall. The sun shone through the large glass montage and glowed up the entire private room.

"Let me show you to your bedroom at the end of the hall." He moves self-assured in the dark house as if he’s been living in the dark all his life. "This is the primary bedroom." Ava was frustrated at hearing she had no electricity. She fumbled her way through the darkness, leading to what was the main bedroom. She could hear footsteps but couldn't see him. "DeMarco, where are you?" she called out. She reached out her hand as it touched a solid chest. She screamed and jumped backward. "It's me, here, let me take your hand,"

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.