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Grey. The name hit her like a punch to the chest. It was familiar. Not from her past. Not from the trauma. But in a strange way, it fit. She hadn’t asked for his name. And yet, hearing it now… Grey. The color of twilight. Of ash. Of the space between light and dark. She didn’t realize she was gripping the clipboard until her knuckles turned white. “Keep monitoring him,” she said quietly. “Page me if there’s any change.”

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

I looked up to the brown pair of eyes, Grey was staring intensely at my face with his a darkened face. “Who the fuck let you cry!?” he stomped past me and dragged me grabbing my right hand. I followed him wordlessly, tears slipping down my cheek. He lets me sit on the couch, taking a seat across from me. “What's wrong?” his kind voice ask me, I shook my head not daring to see those eyes. “Scarlet! Is it Liam!?” “Noooo, bits that book” I point towards the book that sits at the table. Grey confusedly stare at the book probably thinking why a book can make me sob like a baby.

Alec's hand found mine, our fingers intertwining as we stood side by side, watching and waiting. Then, the figure shifted in a swirl of shadow, and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized his face, "Grey?" Alec asked, drawing closer. Alec's grip on my hand tightened, his gaze unwavering as he watched Grey approach. “Something wrong?” Grey looked between us and scoffed. “Don’t look like I’m coming to announce a war.” “Are you?” Alec asked. “With our luck–” “I’m coming to see my grandson,” Grey shook his head and clapped Alec on his shoulder. “And I have no news of war. Though I cannot speak for the messenger, I passed on the road.”

Chapter 114 – The Gray Star’s Deception The gray star glimmered in the nexus’s starfield, its light subtle, almost elusive, like mist slipping through fingers. Jessica led her companions along the path, the obsidian surface now threaded with faint, silvery veins that pulsed with a quiet menace. The golden star’s warmth lingered in her, a steady glow where her spark once burned, but the hollowness remained, a soft ache sharpened by the gray star’s whisper: *“You weave with light, but I weave with secrets. Come find me, Jessica.”* The new weaver’s voice was cunning, intimate, as if they knew her—not just her name, but her fears, her losses.

Grey is using her aura to make his wounds heal. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I was hoping to find the Grimoire here, to make our search easier. I meticulously searched every nook and cranny of the room, finally focusing on the space under the bed. There, hidden yet seemingly placed with purpose, was something extraordinary. "I found it!" I exclaimed in triumph. There, neatly tucked away, was the book - the magical Grimoire. It seemed as if Rafe had deliberately left it for me to find. Thinking back, I remembered the moment Rafe witnessed Aline's death, how it had destabilized him. I understood that his reaction was significantly influenced by the Alpha Oath he had previously taken, a powerful bond that deeply affected him.

Was that how extremely jobless people were? The blonde exhaled through her lips. She had heard enough. Just when she proceeded to close the door, the female with a high pitched voice spoke up. “That’s no surprise there. Do you know what Nova Grey was known as back in the days? A husband snatcher. Sources have it that she stole her best friend’s fiancé, ruined their weeding and broke up with the poor man about a month later.”

“Jilin's request surprised me a little. It is not exactly common to get reinforcements from other guilds for a comparably simple mission. " "We just want to make sure that the Iubas get to their destination without incident," I remarked a little pointedly. Now he couldn't ignore me anymore. "Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. "

The familiar sense of dread that accompanied her every move was almost palpable. Lyra wandered through the twisted streets of Nyxterra, following the elusive traces of Elias. She navigated through eerie, desolate neighborhoods where the buildings were little more than skeletal remains, their darkened windows staring out like hollow eyes. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholy as if the very essence of Nyxterra was steeped in sorrow and regret.