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She couldn’t stop thinking. Was it because, just like other men, he was already done with her after taking her purity? Or was he attending to some important matters more worthy of his attention than entertaining himself with a muse? Ugh! Shaking her head, she got rid of the thoughts. Overthinking things aren’t helpful at all. The young lady was taken aback her senses when Eloisa entered the room, holding a parchment of paper in her hand. It was a small note. It was the same familiar small note she also received before while in Verindale.

He moves to the desk and sits, leaning forward with both arms folded in front of him. His attention narrows on me like a spotlight. I swallow hard. “The… the notes,” I start, voice trembling. “I think it all began with the notes Eloise gave me.” He nods once. “Show me.” I reach into one of my pockets and pull out the folded scraps—still creased, still warm from my shaking hands. Eloise’s handwriting stares back at me in shaky ink. Tristan holds out his hand. My fingers tighten instinctively. I don’t want to let them go.

A hint of vanilla and dust and something sharper underneath. Sloane stopped just inside the library threshold. The room had changed. The curtains had been pulled open, pale light filtering in through stained glass that cast red and blue patterns across the rug. Books lay scattered around a low velvet sofa. The desk near the fireplace was covered in pages, some handwritten, some torn from a spiral bound notebook. She crossed the room slowly, recognition tightening in her chest. “My notes,” she said. Her fingers hovered over the pages. “From the manuscript.” Theo looked over her shoulder. “You didn’t leave these here?”

Dante’s voice echoed through the silent hall, heavy with a gravity that made the books on the shelves seem to vibrate. “I found more than I was ready to face,” Helena replied, standing up and holding the notebook against her chest. “My surname is in these books, Dante. My mark is on the stones in the forest. Why didn’t you tell me?” Dante walked toward her, his steps heavy and deliberate across the wooden floor. He stopped just a few inches away, the scent of leather and rain enveloping her like a cloak.

The paper seems to pulse faintly, as if alive. VITO: (lighting the parchment with a single match, watching the flames consume it) “Then the war has already begun.” [He leans over a map spread on the table, the flames casting eerie light on the names and symbols. At the very center, in deep red ink that looks almost like blood, the name “CERES” burns like a brand. VITO: (voice cold as steel, full of menace) “She dies before the next trial. Or the throne burns with her.”

" She said, turning to Aria, whose forehead was also lined with curiosity. "Let me have a look at the name on it." Lyra gestured at Bancroft. He bowed and placed it on the table while Lyra and Aria lean forward to read the note on it. "Roses are red, violets are blue, this a token from Dante to you.”

I stood up from behind the sofa and saw Javier, Dante and Robert pinning Lorenzo, who fought wildly to escape, claws extended and fangs bared. “Fucking say the spell!” Robert yelled and I looked down at the book. “Invoco te, gemma vitae custos, de vase tuo prodire et vocatori meo responde.” The world seemed to come to a halt and an eerie silence filled the air. Lorenzo lay still, his eyes white as he gasped for breath. “What is happening to him?” Clarissa cried as she watched, crouched in a corner. The room went black and a green glow illuminated the room. A whispy figure stood in front of me, his face calm yet formidable, his eyes looking at the book in my hand.

"Hello? Hello? Please hear me out! I find myself isolated in my solitude, having made an erroneous decision, and I regret it deeply; it was never my intention. Had I recognized it sooner, I would have chosen Lorenzo without hesitation. I weep profusely and gradually succumb to slumber. I am stirred by the noise emanating from downstairs; I can hear my mother shouting at someone while my father speaks in a calm manner, and it is at that moment I catch the sound of Eloisa’s voice. She has come to confront me. I hastily adjust my position in bed and rise. She enters my room swiftly, her eyes filled with tears. I avert my gaze from her piercing and furious stare, unable to meet her eyes after al

Dante’s voice rumbled. "It was a kinetic accident, Dante." Romeo said as he tried to regain his cool. “Physics mostly." “What are you guys even doing here?” I gasped Romeo looked at Irene. "She thinks The Notebook is a cinematic masterpiece. I was merely performing an intervention." "It is a classic, you soulless gargoyle!" Irene shouted as finally stepping down from the ottoman. She rushed over to me and gave me a quick side-hug before whispering, “Please tell me he is not going to kill me."

Althea slowly smiled, glad that she has Helena, who always reminds her that she wasn’t alone. She returned once more to Alessandro's journal, turning carefully toward its final pages. Most remained blank. Until one sentence. Short. Almost forgotten and written differently from the rest. As though after a while. She read it quietly. If you are reading this, then you already know enough to stop searching for doors. She froze. Helena immediately noticed. "What?"