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Luca just saved my life. We move back to back, covering each other in ways that feel both alien and instinctive. The blood between us, the betrayals, the lies—they don’t matter here. What matters is that Sabrina is upstairs, and if we fall, she falls too. But Nora isn’t here yet. She’s a shadow, pulling strings from deeper inside the estate. She’s letting her men bleed for her, because she always has. And that terrifies me more than the bullets. The chandeliers above us sway violently as another blast rips through the east wing. Shards of crystal rain down, slicing open cheeks, arms, throats.

He placed one more kiss on my lips before walking out with Ronan, their steps urgent and precise. I turned around and saw Nora smiling at something Rosella was showing her on her phone. Great. She was starting to take away my best friend too. “What’s so funny?” I asked, going back to sit on the barstools near the kitchen counter. “Uhnm, I was just showing Nora this thread about this thriller show,” she said, and I felt a small sense of power at the way she stuttered answering me. Nora loved thrillers. It was half the reason she had such an interestingly violent nature.

she replied. Rob raised his eyebrows at me in question after the brief call, then spoke, "you need to move fast Nicholas and don't you dare forget that Nora is still out there, plotting her revenge."

Clara Nora and I returned to her room. She didn’t talk at all during the walk from the healers to the mistress’ rooms. I supposed she didn’t know what to say. I certainly had no idea. “I’m getting out of this dress,” Nora announced when the door closed behind us. “Would you like to borrow a lounging robe?” I nodded. I still wasn’t used to the tightly laced intricate dresses I was expected to wear as a royal mistress. Nora ducked into her wardrobe room and returned with two soft wool lounging robes, one in blue and one in green. She offered me the green one and then turned so that I could help her out of the lacing on her gown.

"Maybe he's still asleep. You know he's a night crawler. He must be in bed by now." Well, that was a good point. My half-brother, Robert was always partying. Except he had changed in the last few years—which was unlikely—he should be in deep slumber in a drunken state now. But what about Nora? That woman was restless. She was always up early to do whatever even though she had many maids at her beck and call. She should have seen the mail, right? Fuck! Did she wave it aside as a prank? My anxiety was shooting through the roof now. I refreshed my inbox over and over again. I was this close to throwing the phone away when two new emails popped on the screen.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

The city below had started to wake — vendors rolling open metal stalls, early workers stepping into the mist — yet it all felt distant, like she was watching someone else’s world continue while hers stood still. Roman was still asleep on the couch, arm thrown over his face, the other curled around the gun resting loosely in his hand. He hadn’t let go of it since last night. The room still smelled faintly of blood and burnt sage. Nora’s wolf stirred under her skin — restless, alert — but quiet in its own way. Since the battle at the riverfront, everything inside her had shifted. Kael’s last words echoed like a ghost in her head. “The truth will never save you, Nora. Only what you choose to pr

“You look like a dish served to bloodshot eyes. Are you still avoiding the library wards, or are you just getting good at not dying from being electrocuted?” I chuckled softly. “Busy.” “Oh busy. Sure.” He waved a dismissive hand, brow quirking up as he crossed his arms. “But busy doing?” I started to answer, and then paused. Technically, I hadn’t stopped moving long enough to speak. Technically, it hadn’t even been a blink. But they both saw it. Nora stepped around the fountain toward me, fingers brushing against my arm. She didn’t start at the faint twitch of magic beneath my skin. Didn’t acknowledge it at all. But her smile faltered. Just a little. Like she knew something predatory slept w

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.