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Hours? I struggled to rise from my bed, knowing it would be the final time I lay upon its comforting embrace. Slowly, I made my way through the room, savoring its familiarity while it remained mine, until I reached the window to gaze upon the garden outside. Perhaps, I thought, I might glimpse it again in days to come, but the likelihood was slim. Descending the stairs, I found my mother seated on the couch, her eyes vacant, lost in contemplation. She, no doubt, was far more bewildered by the events that had transpired than I. "Good morning, Mom!" I called her attention, trying to sound upbeat. "Have you packed your things?"

I let out a sigh, my mind racing. The door opened, and a maid entered, a smile on her face. “Good morning, My lady,” she said, her voice cheerful. I smiled back at her, but my legs felt sore from the night before. The memory made my face flush, and I quickly tried to push it from my mind. I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to remember. But it was hard to forget, the sensation remained fresh in my mind. I turned my attention to the maid, doing my best to focus on the present moment.

With a delicate touch of her mind, she could peer into the innermost musings and secrets of others, unraveling the mysteries that lay hidden within their thoughts. One day, as Isabella and Alexander found themselves in a tranquil garden, a playful curiosity twinkled in their eyes. Alexander, intrigued by Isabella's newfound ability, posed a challenge to her. "Isabella," he said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "I have a thought in my mind. Can you tell me what it is?" Isabella's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she focused her mind, reaching out to sense the subtle waves of thoughts emanating from Alexander. In a matter of moments, she became attuned to the currents of his consciou

Then she said after a few seconds, “How odd… Isn’t it supposed to come naturally to us, though?” “Maliya, my witch friend who has taken a special interest in theoretically studying mind magic… She believes it’s because I have all these mind barriers.” An adorable thoughtful look settled on her face, and her eyes shone beautifully with wonder. “I’m not familiar with mind magic, Han. Please expound on that.”

I should still be the one he blames, not this maid. I still couldn't bring myself to face him. Until my eyes widened at the maid suddenly kneeling down. "Forgive me, sir, it's my fault. It won't happen again," she apologized with her respectful voice.. I was about to move to help the woman stand up. But a loud shout called out to me from Brent. "What are you doing Gina! You were sent here, so come closer. You've been standing there for a while. What are you thinking!" he shouted again. With the pain it brought to my chest, it felt like I was going to cry again.

Unable to sit still with everything swirling through my head, I walked toward the window before turning back and pacing toward the table, pressing one hand over my mouth. "No wonder," I whispered. "No wonder she never hugged me or looked at me like she loved me. She flinched whenever I got too close, and every time I used my ability, she looked at me like I was something terrible." I turned toward Mama Rose, tears blurring my vision as years of painful memories came rushing back. "She called being a mindreader a curse. She made me feel like I was the curse." Mama Rose's expression softened, and she reached for my hand again.

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

“Her family. . .” My confusion deepened as I tried to make sense of his fragmented sentence. But then, the realization dawned on me, making me feel stupid all over again. “Is it because I'm. . .a maid?” Cassian paused for a moment. “What?” “Is that what this all is?” I tried to force a smile, but my lips quivered. “You found your mate, but she serves and cleans up after you.” I scoffed. “How embarrassing.”