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Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

I don’t know what draws me to this room, but I feel a pull and I follow it. When I open the doors, I stop short. The entire room has been destroyed. There is shattered glass everywhere, the decorations that were once beautiful and elegant are scattered, torn and broken, all over the floor. The concrete walls have holes in them whre it looks like someone took a hammer or large rock and smashed the walls until they started to give. I continue to walk around the castle, hearing the sounds of my men checking in the rooms, doors opening and closing.

Mint… and alcohol. That’s when the mental flood hit: my job, the fake marriage, his family, my family, Ibantos, the news, the blood, the dinner, the— “Charlotte, I love you so much.” And just like that, the moment shattered. If my situation wasn't a wake-up call, then his words absolutely did the job.

Why? At that moment, I realized that my world had shattered. The trust I had placed in Peter had been shattered, leaving behind a hollow void. And as I drank in sorrow, it began to feel like I had no hope for myself. It felt like all plans I had for myself had just been shattered. The sedatives I took earlier seeped in, and I slowly shut my eyes, sinking into unconsciousness.

I put on the shirt that drowns me and a pair of shorts to go underneath. Running to the bathroom I brush my teeth and remove all my makeup, pulling my hair on top my head. Now the mask is gone, I can see me, its been so long since I recognized the girl in the mirror. I know she can’t stay long so I take a moments to memorize how she looks. I haven’t cried since the accident, not a single tear has fallen. I used to spend hours looking in the mirror willing a tear to fall. There’s are broken bathroom mirror’s downstairs that my fist went through one night when I concluded that it was never going to happen. I really should replace it but I can’t bring myself to.

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

“This isn’t over, Winnie. I know you want peace. I do too. But peace doesn’t come easy for people like us. It’s something you fight for. Every day.” “I’m tired of fighting,” I said softly. Michael’s gaze softened. “Then let us fight for you.” Later, after Michael left, Carter and I curled back into bed. The weight of the footage sat heavy in the air between us, but neither of us spoke about it. Instead, I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through my hair. “I wish I could give you more,” he whispered. “A world without shadows. A life without scars.”

He can’t even find a shoulder when he’s shattered, when he’s mourning. “I’m sorry," I said again, fighting back my tears… He frowns harder. “What the hell are you sorry for?” “For not seeing any of this before today.” I point at the bottles, at the frame, at him, but my hand feels slow, like it’s moving through water. “You look like complete shit, Steve. Not the normal tough-guy look you always have when you’re trying to scare people or fuck me. The real broken kind of shit.

“Hold her down. Tear her limbs apart one by one until she tells us where he is.” The two warriors lunged forward, their hands outstretched to grab me. I braced my feet against the stone, preparing to fight with the absolute last breath in my lungs— The entire world exploded into chaos. The massive, grand glass dome at the very center of the Academy library shattered completely. Thousands of heavy, jagged crystal shards rained downward like a violent waterfall, exploding across the stone floor in a deafening, cataclysmic roar. Through the raining glass, a massive, towering shadow descended onto the floor with a force that literally cracked the foundation stones beneath his boots.

Mirabel called her husband twice. I sat and watched the clock on the wall. When the surgeon finally walked out, I stood up before I even realized I had moved. He looked at all three of us and said it was a success. The impact had broken two ribs and fractured her left wrist, but she was stable. She would need rest and care for several weeks. Mirabel burst into tears. Francis put an arm around her shoulder. I stood a little apart from them, the way I had always stood, and breathed out the fear I had been holding the entire time.