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“But I thought you deserved the courtesy of a farewell.” I pulled my knees closer to my chest and pressed my back into the wall. Every instinct screamed for Ruby, but the silence inside me was absolute. I’d never felt more alone in my life. Nora crouched slightly, just enough to meet my eye through the bars. “Did you really think no one would notice?” she asked. “That you could sneak your way to the throne like a rat?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Oh, you did,” she said, almost gently. “But I can’t blame you. It was a clever plan. Come in looking soft and fragile. Capture his attention. Hide your little affair until it’s too late.”

“And you know what, she still cares enough about what you think to dig through the dark web and find evidence to prove she’s innocent. I told her to just run—” I take Nora’s face between my fingers, stopping her. “What evidence? What did she find?” Nora sighs and jerks her face away to bend down and grab her bag. “It’s all in here. My laptop and the puzzle codes to get into the dark web.” I take the bag from her and unzip it. “She said there’s enough evidence to clear her name in the computer, and that she even found out where they’re hosting their next auction of wolf souls,” Nora tells me, and I pull out the notebook.

She had considered denying it as it wasn't something they needed particularly , then she remembered how happy Nora would look to receive cookies as a present as opposed to the plain bread with soup they usually have . A few pebbles later , Nova silently creaks open the door to her house . It was musty and old so it made quite a bit of noise when opened . She had , however , mastered the art of tip toeing with minimal sound. It was as if she was as light as air. Nora was sitting on the couch , huddled in between her sheets , watching the television on mute . If there was one thing Nova was grateful for , it was that the old television had subtitles . They could watch it with no sound and not

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

If anything, it felt stronger now, because I finally knew just how much he'd been hiding. We ended up curled together on his couch again, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. For a few seconds, everything felt quiet. Then his phone lit up on the counter, bright enough that we both noticed. It was a headline. A photo of us leaving the club that first night, grainy but still unmistakably us. Underneath it was a question mark followed by his name. Who is Rowan Archer's mystery girl — and is she about to cost him his season?

The shadow inclines its head one final time—and is gone. The light flickers back to normal. The church feels like a church again. Ruby lets out a shaky laugh. “Well. That was… organized.” Lucien studies me. “Noelle.” I nod. “She’s already inside the story.” Outside, snow falls thicker, quieter. And somewhere in Hallowpine, a witness who doesn’t know she’s been chosen smiles at nothing at all. Because the terms have been spoken. And from now on, nothing gets to pretend it didn’t hear them.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

‎Elena’s POV ‎I pulled up to Nora’s apartment, my beat-up sedan looking out of place on her rough street. Her call had come out of nowhere, her voice tight, trying to sound casual. A gala? A Vivienne Caldron gown? I’d known Nora forever, and she wasn’t the type for fancy events or designer dresses. Something was off, and it wasn’t just Elias’s overdose or her vague answers about this “anonymous rich guy.” Ever since she called Mikhail Romanov, our boss, to find her brother, my suspicions had been growing. Nora was hiding something big, and now this gala and that insane dress? I wasn’t leaving without answers.

****************************Mack’s POV********************* The morning sun filtered through the massive windows of the conference room, but it didn’t warm me. Nothing did lately—not coffee, not victory, not even Claire’s hand resting on mine. Nora had been rescued. She was recovering slowly under full protection. That should’ve felt like a win. But I’d seen her face. Pale, eyes distant, lips trembling when she whispered about the walls, the sound of footsteps that never belonged to anyone. Whatever Liam did to her… it had shredded something permanent.

She opened her laptop. She did not write about scandals or billionaires. She did not write about the weight of a diamond ring. She wrote about the sound of a turning in a lock. She wrote about the taste of coffee in the morning. She wrote about the peace of knowing that every word on the page was finally hers. She hit save. The cursor was blinking like a heartbeat in the silence of the warehouse. The story of Nora Vale was a bestseller.. The story of Elena Vane was a work in progress.