His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss
The crystal shard was now nothing but a pile of clear, inert dust on the mahogany table.
"She’s grounded," Harris said, his voice hushed. "The sequence is complete. Helena Thorne is no longer a ghost in the air. She’s a series of holes in a mountain."
Hope stood by the drum, her hand resting on the paper. She looked at Julian, her eyes clear and filled with a profound, quiet grief.
"She says thank you, Daddy," Hope whispered. "She says the mountain is heavy, and she likes the weight."
But the victory was short-lived. A deep, tectonic vibration shook the entire Sanctuary—not from the steam, but from above. A sound that made the brass gears chatter and the mahogany groan.