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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.

Nora was scrolling and tapping on her phone, but I couldn't see what exactly she was doing. Their plan was to lure her back to her father's house with the promise of returning the property to her. There, they would torture her and kill her, then hide her body inside Nora's storage unit. It took everything in me not to throw up as I listened to a mother plan such evil against her own blood daughter, all for money. "After that, we'll kill Rob now that he already listed me as his beneficiary in his life insurance." My heart stopped palpitating for a second before it resumed pounding hard. How could Rob trust her to the point of including her in his life insurance?

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.

“Nora doesn’t know much. She has been here for as long as she remembers. Sally found her roaming in the garden. She has no memory of her past life, and she does not have a clue about how she got here. Both of us are witches.” “There are a lot of young people here,” Elizabeth said. “Yes, around fifty and all different kinds. Some are happy to be who they are while others have a hard time coping with all of this,” Nora said. The two of them looked inquisitively at her. “Ah! Yes! My soul is bonded to Zai, one of my ancestors. She is a powerful witch. Apparently, I come from a long line of witches, and I did not know that until yesterday,” Elizabeth said.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.