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I trust Kyler, but I don’t trust him enough to discuss such a topic in front of him. “Of course, my king, I’ll be in the lobby,” Kyler says, walking toward the door. “Thank you,” I say before he walks out. “How is Anastasia doing?” Ekaterina asks as I take a seat on the chair beside her bed. “The same.” “Hopefully, she will wake up soon.” “I’m hoping. I came to talk to you about Ava.” “I know what you’re thinking. How is she alive?” “Yes, and how will we make her break the curse?”

He sighed then placed a kiss on my cheek. “I thought so as well at first but Anastasia is not that kind of person. The doctor said he can't help her situation because he doesn't know what's wrong with her. If you don't know, Anastasia is a witch and is going through the aftermath of becoming Queen of witches. She hasn't woken up yet but her pulse isn't as weak as before. You'll go back home with Sebastian to rest while I stay here with her, okay?" I frowned. “But…"

His veins popped as he spoke, and his eyes darkened, indicating his anger. “Oh, Jacob. No one would have believed me a year ago. Who would believe a poor and powerless girl? No one would.” Anna replied, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “But, I am no longer that poor and powerless girl, Jacob. I am now Anastasia Reyes, wife to the richest man in Australia. Who wouldn’t believe me now?” She laughed at the terrified look on Jacob’s face when he realized she was right. “Does this mean that Tristian knows?” He asked, and Anna shook her head.

Alex announced, sobering me up instantly. “And he’s been confined in the hospital for two days now. Here’s the kicker—Agent C saved them. That means Anastasia Clinton is back in service as an assassin for the government,” he added, which instantly worried me. Yes, I’ve long known that Anastasia was part of a secret organization called Dark Moon, which my friends and I also lead. But I never let on that I knew her secret. Hearing this, I suddenly stood up. “No! I don’t want her returning to her role as an assassin under our leadership,” I said to myself. I quickly grabbed my phone and called my father. After a few rings, he answered.

Arthuro frowned when he read the first text. It was about her. It was about Anastasia. Anastasia Gatciano is alive. Seen at her own grave this morning. That's what the media is saying now. A text that shook his soul and made him feel as if he would drop the glass in his left hand. “W-What?” he stammered. The frown still hadn't disappeared from his forehead. He scrolled on the next text message. That was from Anastashia's friend. Bro! You would never believe this. Why are there so many articles now on social media saying that Ana is alive? That text message made him faint.

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

“Do you want to know what your future holds?” “No.” Anabel said shaking her head. “I already know what it holds.” She said looking at him. “I am going to be alive, and Victor is going to die.” She said folding her arms across her chest. “And if you two want to try and stop it, I’ll arrange your deaths too.” “Ha!” he said. “Victor promised you would say something like that.”

She found it during one of her rare quiet afternoons, going through an old chest of belongings she'd carried from place to place for two decades without ever fully sorting through, and there, beneath the faded blue dress from Endra and Sable's worn leather notebook of early observations, was the letter she'd written to Anastasia all those years ago and never sent. She unfolded it carefully, the paper soft and yellowed now, and read her own younger handwriting with the specific tenderness of someone greeting a former version of herself. I found out anyway. She sat with it for a long while, the afternoon light moving slowly across the study floor, and found herself, finally, genuinely curious

She did not like family drama and she especially did not like accusations against Leon. "The timeline for one thing. Leon told you he met Anastasia at a charity gala four months ago. The Children's Hospital Foundation event in September." I pulled out my phone and opened the documentation I had prepared. "I had my investigator look into the guest list for that gala. Anastasia Page was not on it. Not as a guest, not as staff, not as a volunteer. She was never at that event." Eleanor turned to look at Leon. "Is that true?" Leon did not hesitate. "Yes, Grandma. That is true."

Zac and I took the homemade meal that Paula brought with her and ate. I didn't know how to tell him that I was planning to go to New York later today or tomorrow morning to look for the twins. I knew that he was going to be uncomfortable with me going there all alone while Sebastian was going to be around. "Are the police looking into Anastasia?" "Yeah, but she's in New Haven now. According to them, she was not in Las Vegas when the kids were taken." "Does that mean they are erasing her name from the case?"