His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss
The emerald vines unwound, depositing Clara onto the pier where Hope and Leo were waiting.
Clara collapsed into her daughter's arms, her hands shaking, the copper ring now fused to the locket at her throat. She looked up at the sky. The golden fleet was gone, scattered like dust. The Shadow Peaks were still glowing, but the pulse was calm, a steady, rhythmic breathing.
The Third Signature Awakens
That night, as the village celebrated a victory they barely understood, Hope sat in Julian’s study. She was looking at the terminal, her brow furrowed.