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Nora muttered with her fingers pressed against her lips. She watched as Alicia’s lawyer stepped up to defend her. “Your honor, the prosecution has failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my client is guilty of any crime.” He paused and skipped through the document in his hand. “The only crime she committed was trying to kidnap the late Gina Clark. The real culprit is Nora Clark, who shot and killed her own sister in cold blood. She also took money from my client to be her surrogate after my client saved her ass from going to jail. I urge you to find her not guilty on all counts and set her free. Thank you.”

I replied. Everyone looks at me as they search for more answers. “Nori,” Uncle Calvin said, “I know that Nori is a good fighter, but he can’t handle all of them,” He explained. “I know,” I replied, “Which is why I would need to ask for your permission,” I said as I turned to face Uncle Drake. “Permission for what?” He asks in confusion. “For my father’s people to step in our lands,” I said, “Well, technically not Purple Hil—”

Brandon and I received greetings from all the warriors of the pack and the newly mated couple. I even met the former beta and gamma of the pack. I like Gamma Harithi she was so kind and very welcoming. I also found out that she was saved by the former alpha from rogues and glady he was the fated mates of the Gamma. My attention was caught by a beautiful she-wolf walking toward us. She smiles at me but I feel uncomfortable with the way she looks toward Braden. "Finally, I had a chance to know the future Luna," the she-wolf said after she bowed her head.

Nora arrived at Lore's office at seven twenty-two. She sat in the waiting area with her coat on for eight minutes. The four pages were in her inside pocket. She'd read them again at six that morning, standing in Rachel's kitchen while Hope slept, checking for anything she'd softened in the writing. There wasn't anything. She'd kept it accurate. Before she left, she'd thought about Robert.

Nora appeared at the bedroom door carrying a small cloth bag. “Water,” she whispered. “Cash. A spare phone with one number in it.” “Whose number?” “Someone Margaret Sloan trusts. A lawyer. He can reach people who will not speak to Mason.” Daphne took the bag. Nora looked at her stomach. “You should not be doing this.” “Neither should Lila.” The housekeeper’s eyes filled. “I am coming with you.” “No.” “Daphne—” “You have helped me enough. If Mason learns you were involved—”

**Chapter 10: No Expiration** Nora left the city three days later. She packed one suitcase, closed out the stipend account, and transferred every remaining cent Sebastian had given her into a separate fund for her mother’s continued care. Then she boarded a train north with no destination beyond *away*. The security detail followed as far as the station. After that she was alone.

Forty-three Nora Connolly She was going to help Winter take back The Night Coven. There was still a lot about magic that she didn’t understand. But she liked the idea of helping her cousin get what was rightfully hers. The Night Coven wasn’t her world. She’d stumbled into it by accident. Even though her family had been part of it, they had run from it. And she had to think that there was a reason for that. Still, she would do whatever it took to help get it back from Merrick. Nora stood in front of the grimoire, staring at it.

"I'm going to make you watch as all the wealth you and the Xander family built all these years becomes Henry's!" At that moment, I looked at Henry, who was behind her. His eyes were gleaming with desire and greed. This was definitely not an emotion a normal five-year-old would have! I wanted to protest, but Nora got the security guard to cover my mouth. All I could do was scream. Nora swiftly signed her name on the property transfer document. Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint.

Graycen continued, oblivious to Nora's growing concern. "Graycen, sit quietly and play with your doll," Nora gently instructed as she stepped away. Dialing Veronica's number, Nora anxiously waited for her friend to pick up. Once connected, Nora wasted no time, "I've sent a document to you. Please read it and let me know what it means. I know I'm asking for a lot, but I'm helpless." The call ended, leaving Nora in a state of suspense, awaiting Veronica's insights and hoping for answers.

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.