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The cabin was quiet. Aria was probably still asleep in the other room, since the issue with Riko, she had wanted a bit of space, asking to sleep alone and I gave it to her. A small smile tugged at my mouth when my eyes landed on the book beside my bed. Bond Rituals and Reclaiming Mates. I shook my head, half embarrassed even alone. Maya had slipped it to me with entirely too much enthusiasm when I had asked her if she knew anything about taking back a rejection a few days ago.

I walked over to the nightstand, my eyes catching on a book tucked beneath a few recent magazines, it didn't look like anything official or important, I picked it up. It was an old photo album, the cover was cracked and worn. I settled onto the edge of the bed and opened it carefully. The first page showed a faded picture of a tiny, gap-toothed boy with too-big ears, wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, he couldn't have been more than five. I couldn't help but smile as I flipped the page. There was a picture of him attempting to ride a bicycle, I actually rocked with laughter. He was so serious and intimidating now, it was hilarious to see him so completely helpless.

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She followed the Server she was assigned to. The blonde boy quickly found the book Ryuu mentioned resting flatly underneath the pillow. Arlert smelled the familiar mint from the shampoo in their bathroom. He gotten sick of using the same toiletries that he kept all of the things his clients gave him as gifts. He tried many times to give Ryuu any which he would like, however the lad rejected him. His arms stretched out in front of him, and stared at the thick book on his hands. He stayed in this room ever since he started working as a Server, and the expensive book was obviously from a client. He opened it on a random page and saw the author's name on the top margin with the title: "The Adven

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I think this will interest you. I didn't move at first, staring at the envelope like it was a venomous snake. But I couldn't act like I was scared and so, I snatched it up, ripping it open with more force than necessary, the paper tearing under my fingers. Inside were photos printed with clarity. The first one made me want to throw up: Aiden, my Aiden, captured in a candid shot on campus, his dark hair tousled by the wind, that easy, handsome smile lighting up his face as he laughed at something off-camera.

"She's looking for the next box." A photographer from the Times—who had come for a story on the Foundation but stayed for the spectacle—snapped a picture. It ran on the front page the next day. It wasn't a photo of a billionaire heiress smiling. It was a photo of a little girl with messy hair, sitting on a mountain of books, reading to a toddler she had never met. The caption read: The Legacy. Aria cut it out. She didn't frame it in gold. She pinned it to the corkboard in the kitchen, right next to Theo’s drawing of the fortress.

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LILA’S POV I was curled up in bed with a book when my phone buzzed. For a second, I ignored it. The house had been unnervingly quiet all evening, and I was enjoying every second of it. But the screen lit up again, and when I reached for it, my heart gave a weird little jump. Adrian. It wasn’t a text, it was a photo. He had sent me a picture from what looked like a conference room at Ambrosia. A long polished table. Half-drunk glasses of water. A leather folder. The city skyline behind the glass wall. No words. Just the image.

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