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“Mother.” “She was once engaged to a Dale,” Cassandra said quietly. The room went still again. Dad’s expression hardened. “Which Dale?” “Leonardo Dale,” Cassandra answered. “The current head of the family.” Kuya Adam cursed under his breath. Nico’s fingers flew across his keyboard. “That explains a connection. If she maintained contact with him—” “She claimed she ended everything before your father’s scandal,” Cassandra continued, looking at Alexander. “But after your father died, she came to the house and told me that perhaps he should have learned not to stand in the way of people more powerful than him.”

“Alpha Damien, urgent report.” Damien’s hand tightened on my knee. “Speak.” The lieutenant glanced at me once, uncertain, but Damien’s glare forced the words out. “Lady Cassandra escaped during the night. She made it to the Shadow Clan borders. She went into labor early this morning and… she didn’t survive the birth. The child lived, but the mother is gone.” The bread slipped from my fingers and hit the plate with a soft thud. My sister. Evil, twisted, and cruel as she had been, she was still my sister. A sharp pain lanced through my chest. I pressed both hands there as if I could hold my heart together.

"He found something in the ancient texts. Something about succubus queens and their abilities. He wants to discuss it with you tomorrow." Before Eve could ask what, the bedroom door opened. Damian and Damon entered, both fully dressed and looking serious. "We need to talk," Damian said without preamble. "Something's happened." Eve sat up, alarm spiking through her. "What? What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong exactly," Damon said, though his expression was grim. "But Cassandra was just caught trying to leave the estate. With a bag full of Eve's personal items." The room went silent. "What?" Eve's voice came out small. "Why would she....."

"CRISTEN connecting to Cassandra, hello? Is there anybody here with me? Hey, Black Forest to my cousin, what's up?" Cassandra was astounded when she heard Cristen's firm voice accompanied by flicks of fingers in front of her face. She is the youngest daughter of his Uncle Matte; her mother's older brother. They were of the same age and she was barely a few months older than her. The eldest is Jairo; the current crown prince of Metrofangs—the vampire's kingdom, and the second is Crystal.

Serena Lady Fiona Belisha. Viscount Belisha’s daughter. Cassius’s newest Companion at this point in time- and, in another life, the very woman who would conspire with Cordelia to have Marisol beaten to death. And who would go on, alongside her, to strip half the Companions in the Royal Palace of any hope of ever bearing a child. Yes, I remember this poisonous flower very well. “Sit,” I tell her finally. Her smile softens instantly, blooming sweet and pretty across her face. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” she says, lowering herself to her seat once more and folding her hands neatly in her lap.

“Lance is just… always like that.” “This reminds me of a really embarrassing moment from Cassandra’s past!” Lena suddenly burst out laughing as she turned toward Cassandra. Cassandra’s chest tightened in dread. Whatever Lena was about to share, it would not be good. “You remember Dimitri from high school?” Lena continued, her tone conspiratorial. No, her heart sank…. Not that story. “Dimitri?” Lance’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity. “Was Cassandra… involved with him?” “Not exactly, but I heard she had a huge crush on him,” Lena continued, her smirk widening. “But Dimitri already had a girlfriend, and I heard Cassandra tried to seduce him in the bathroom.”

I mused. “Indeed. King Roman Desmond.” The witch queen nodded, “Luna Lillian was a friend of mine, long ago. I met her through her aunt, Tasha.” My eyes snapped to her, but I said nothing. King Roman spoke again then, “Lady Alessia, let me introduce my mate, Elena. Our daughter Alexia, and our sons Dimitri and Damon.” I continued to smile as my eyes swept over them, landing on Dimitri, making eye contact with him. Again, there was a tickling in my mind. Azai growled lowly. “Stay out of my mind, bloodsucker.”

*** Justin Back at the mansion, Xavier and I have just discovered that, Lady Candice is the one who killed Lord Cameron. “James where is Lady Candice?” but before he could answer, another one of Lord Cameron’s loyal guards whose name is Dimitri came up to us and answered the question. “Good evening, Xavier, Justin. We have Lady Candice held in one of the holding cells located under the Mansion.” we begin to walk to the cellar that leads us to the holding cells under the mansion.

Once the door closed behind them, Jessica turned toward Cassandra, hands on her hips. “Alright,” she said, her gaze serious but still warm. “Now spill everything. From top to bottom. A contract marriage? Are you serious, Cass? I need an explanation. And how, exactly, are you the wife of Antonio Franches, yet going to a concert with your… handsome friend, Alexander, hmm?” Cassandra sighed internally, knowing Jessica wouldn’t let her off the hook without a full explanation. She sank into the sofa, taking a deep breath, and began cautiously. “Jess, it’s… complicated.”

Bern, Tudor's assistant told him. Tudor, who was walking out of his room to the banquet hall, stopped after hearing Bern's report. "Again?" Tudor's baritone voice echoed in the corridor. Bern nodded. "What did Riel do? How could he let Sera take home another man? Doesn't he know that she's getting married soon?" he snapped. Bern looked down, used to Tudor's arrogant attitude. "Ms. Dumitrese is very difficult to handle, Sir. You remember the last time you restrained her will?" Bern replied, reminding Tudor that even he had difficulty disciplining his daughters.