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Nora comes over at noon with her laptop and an energy that means she has not slept and does not care. She spreads printed documents across Rhys's coffee table like a woman setting up a war room, which is essentially what this is, and Joel arrives twenty minutes later with food nobody asked for and the quiet usefulness of someone who understands that showing up is its own language. I sit cross legged on the floor opposite Nora with my own laptop and we work in parallel, two women pulling threads while the men eat sandwiches and try to be helpful without getting in the way.

Rebecca merely nodded, then walked out of the room without looking back. Elsewhere, in a small apartment across from the hotel where Rebecca was staying, a woman stood in front of a mirror. Her face was beautiful, strikingly similar to Karina. But this wasn’t Karina. This was Nora. Yes, Nora had returned. She had followed Rebecca to this city because she knew Samuel had followed Rebecca too. Nora stared at the reflection of her new face with a crooked smile. Her hand gently touched her left cheek. “A perfect surgery,” she whispered. Her voice was cold, sharp, almost like a snake’s hiss.

Settling on making a quick omelet, I gathered eggs, cheese, and some leftover vegetables. As I whisked the eggs, my mind wandered back to the past couple of days. I wondered if Grace was asleep right now, or sitting up feeling scared and lonely. Tomorrow, I would prepare a meal for her, I decided. And maybe bring her a few of those books I had purchased. “Midnight snack, Kayla?” I jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping the bowl. Turning, I saw Nora leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a silk robe that accentuated her slim figure.

he hissed. “Fine,” Aion grumbled. The door opened, and Nora stood there looking hesitant. She was about five foot four, with brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a simple, grey t-shirt, jeans, and a light, grey hoodie. Her shoes were a beat-up pair of sneakers. “Um. Hi.” Roman rounded the desk. “Hello, Nora. I’m glad that you finally came.” “Thanks…is Winter okay with him?” Nora asked, gesturing in the direction of where Winter and Aion had gone. “He didn’t seem like was too happy about having an extra person here.”

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.

Runes faintly glowed along the cracked walls, pulsing like veins of fire. Shadows shifted in the corners until figures emerged, cloaked and hooded. One by one, they stepped into the faint glow of broken chandeliers above. Nora counted seven. Each moved with the kind of poise that spoke of centuries of survival. Her hand brushed instinctively against the dagger at her hip, though she knew steel meant little here. The first of them spoke, voice dry like parchment. “Nora Ainsley. Rogue-born. Tracker. Murder suspect.” The words stung, but Nora lifted her chin. They want me to break before this even begins.

and with a deep breath, Nora turned the handle and stepped into the room. As Nora's hand fell upon the doorknob, she gave it a gentle twist, pushing the door open and revealing Merrick Wilkinson's office beyond. The hinges creaked softly, and she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her eyes scanned the room, only to be met with an unexpected sight – the presence of law enforcement. A surge of astonishment coursed through Nora's veins as her gaze settled on the figure standing among the officers – her dearest friend, Alice.

I looked at her and realized Nora was just as dangerous as Richard's mother, but in a smarter way. Richard's mother was a different storm. Nora was like a deep river, quiet, but strong enough to drown you. "Richard won't like this," I whispered. "He wants to fight fair; He wants to use the law." "Richard is a good man, but he’s too close to the fire," Nora said, standing up to leave. She looked down at me with respect.

“I promise. Now come on.” I saw the mischievous glint in her eyes that I didn’t like, but I said nothing as we made our way through the countless racks of clothes. Nora made me fit one outfit after another. As I came back out of the fitting room, my eyes landed on two women not far from me. Both seemed familiar. Like me and Nora, they were also shopping. “How does this look?” Nora asked behind me. I turned around and saw her in a beautiful black dress. “It looks good on you. I think you should take it.” I didn’t lie. It looked good.

' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.