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He preferred the cold, sterile silence of his office to the emotional battlefield of his own living room. Chapter: The Lonely Birthday While Arthur was immersing himself in work to avoid his reality, the Vance estate was transformed into a miniature wonderland. The grand living room had been decorated like a small-scale Disney park, filled with colorful balloons, streamers, and the high-pitched laughter of a dozen children.

“I want no visitors. Cancel whatever meetings in my schedule.” “It’s your cousin, Maxwell Murray.” Arthur turned on hearing his cousin was there to see him. He was about to ask why considering that they only saw when they have pack meetings and other pack affairs when Maxwell walked in. “Ah, I can see you were still thinking of whether to let me in or not…” he walked to one of the chairs, sat down and crossed his legs. Arthur’s face scrunched up. “What are you doing here? I’m certain we don’t have a meeting.”

Different level of terrifying. Mrs. Laurent moved closer quickly. “We need to leave.” I ignored her completely while staring at the screens. “This is insane.” “Miss Glen—” “He watches everything?” Her silence answered me. I laughed once softly in disbelief. “Oh my God.” The realization hit harder now. Adrian heard me because he watched me. He knew when I was nervous because he watched me. Everything suddenly felt invasive in a way I hadn’t fully understood before. I moved closer toward another row of screens carefully. Then froze.

“Make sure she’s awake for us too.” “Yeah,” agreed a comrade, “It’s bad enough to have had that wrinkled mess. I don’t want to feel like I’m screwing a corpse as well.” With his men eagerly monitoring his progress in removing Kendra’s clothing, Olga quickly warned Arthur to remain still no matter what happened. By now, he was familiar with the movement of her lips as she said the invisibility spell. His concern was that Rex lay unconscious only feet away. Did she expect him to become the invisible one?

Choices were terrible, but they were obvious. Now the choices are smaller. Who gets water first. Who speaks first? Who forgives first. These are the questions that don’t glow. They don’t announce themselves as important. They just accumulate. Arthur meets me in the courtyard at noon, sleeves rolled up, hands stained with sap. He’s been helping rebuild the old observatory—not as a monument, but as a school. Somewhere children can learn to measure the sky without believing it owes them answers. “You’re thinking too loudly,” he says.

I’m staining it. ​Arthur doesn't look at me. He’s looking at his watch. ​"Twenty minutes late," he says. ​He taps a screen on the armrest. The door slides shut. The noise of the rotors fades to a hum. ​"The stone," he says. ​I stand up. My legs feel like they’re made of wet paper. I don't move. I stay near the door. ​"The immunity," I say. "I want to see the confirmation. The filing."

Arthur watches me closely following my hand as it turn pushing down on the buttons of the remote. I finally decide on something to watch. 'Who did I marry.' Sounds fitting. I glance over at Arthur still watching me. "Seriously?" I throw my hands in the air. "Is this the way it is going to be living with you?" I turn towards him. No response. He just stare at me with light blue eyes that seem so familiar and I return the favor which turn into another stare down, but this time I beat my record... 35... 36... 37...

He watched the scene again with a sad smile. "Nicodemus is dead yet we have found no weapon to kill him. Perhaps the Tribrid is indestructible after all." Arthur spoke again. "We just have to keep looking Arthur." Vincent responded. Arthur raised a questioning eyebrow. "Keep looking?. We've been searching through Nicodemus memory right from when he was born!. This is fruitless!!. Later or sooner, Nicodemus will find out we are in his head." Arthur intended to smash the small table beside him but his hands passed through it. He cursed underneath his breath. Ever since they entered Nick's memories they were like invisible bystanders; like watching a movie in a cinema.

He asked raising his eyebrows. Arnold halted for a second and said, “What if something goes wrong along the way?” “Hmm…..Okay…..” Mr. Roy said pursing his lips. Arnold looked at everyone once and drew in a deep breath. He glanced at his Digi-watch and said, “You guys should be leaving now. It’s getting late.” Then he started walking towards the transparent walls of the enclosure. Mr. Roy wondered how Arnold would get out as he couldn’t see any opening. “How will you go………” The rest of the words remained unspoken as he saw Arnold walk straight through the walls. Then he became invisible.

Arthur giggled, watching the faint blue light beneath his skin pulse against the metallic band of the bracelet. "I know, sweetie," Ava said, her voice a gentle contrast to the cold steel of the room. She kissed his forehead, her heart aching at how normal he looked, despite the world-ending potential running through his veins. "But this is your superhero bracelet. It hides your magic from the bad guys. You have to promise Mommy you will never, ever take it off." "I promise," Arthur said, his eyes wide and serious. "Are you and Daddy going to fight the monsters?"