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— The hall was stunned. — "Back then," Veronica continued, "you knew I liked Darius." "You even said you'd help me." Her voice sharpened. "But what did you do?" "You took the man I loved!" — Silence. Heavy. — Elena's eyes trembled. She finally recognized her. After all these years— She had found her friend again. — She had never recognized Veronica before. Back then, Veronica always wore a veil. Never once had Elena seen her true face. —

Sayler clung to my leg, burying his face in my dress, whimpering. "Don't look, baby," I whispered, but I couldn't look away. The smoke began to clear, drifting away on the wind as if commanded by an invisible hand. The woman stood at the foot of the main steps, surrounded by the six elite guards in their black armor. The spotlight from the roof caught her face, illuminating the cruel, beautiful smile that played on her lips. Veronica. She looked up. She looked straight up at the roof, directly at me, as if I were the only person in the world. Her eyes weren't their normal blue; they glowed with a faint, unnatural purple light—the sign of Morana’s magic coursing through her.

Rashel turned around and left him without another word. That night, Veronica stood in a secluded pavilion near the edge of the compound, wrapped in a blood-red cloak. Her contact arrived precisely at midnight. A tall figure stepped out of the dark—elegant, dressed in deep blue silks, face hidden by a scarf. But Veronica knew her well. “Viola,” she breathed in relief. “You came.” Viola’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You said it was urgent.” “She’s winning. Rashel. He gave her Scepter.”

Chris disliked the region almost immediately. He could feel the residual magic that affected the land by the sheer number of spells cast upon the land. It was dark, and the sky was overcast, letting no moonlight filter down. He could feel the muddy banks squelch beneath his toes. At least the pads of his feet would clean up easily. But until they were, he was sure that the packhouse would be off limits to him. He’d got a warning through Alfred. Veronica was in the area. She was probably looking for the bloody golem or come to survey the damage it wrought. Too bad for her that the protections from the coven used in their principal home was too good for her.

Without repeating his words, he simply gathered the nearest garment and dressed. “What’s the problem, Calix? Don’t act like this is the first time this has happened. Have you forgotten what happened between us when Venice was still alive?” Veronica said, dropping her bathrobe to the floor, revealing her naked and alluring figure. “Look at me! Take a good look at my body. Many men fantasize about me, but this is all for you.” Calix does not listen to what Veronica says and continues to dress up.

"Where is Veronica right now? Has she left the residence?" "According to the vehicle tracking logs from the estate gates, she hasn't left," Luca replied, tapping his own tablet to verify the data. "She’s currently at the main Hayes estate with a team of her own private lawyers. They’re packing up the remaining personal assets, the art, the jewelry, and the luxury vehicles before the official court freeze takes effect at noon today."

The Castle of the Veil, also known as the Veil Warden Academy, is a beautiful place, which is completely opposite to everything we’ve been taught our entire lives. It’s styled and decorated in the Renaissance era, and the courtyards are beautifully kept sitting areas. The entire vibe of the place is live and let live but respect each other. What in the feck is wrong with that? Why all the stories? Nothing I was taught from kindergarten to graduation is true. Why did they feel they needed to play all the cloak and dagger games? I am so confused but mostly, I’m angry as hell about losing my mate.

And now it was calling her. Evangeline gasped and fell back into her body, collapsing in the ruined courtyard. Her vision flickered like broken film, lungs burning as though she’d held her breath for hours, and Cassius knelt beside her instantly. “What did you see?” he demanded. “It’s not in New York,” she said hoarsely. “It’s in Italy. Buried beneath Florence. A place they called Teatro Della Notte.” "That opera house vanished over a century ago." Selene’s gaze darkened. “The Veil erased all records of it.”

He said and I laughed. "Describing me as mysterious is weird. I'm just a simple woman. You can almost read me like a book" I said and he held his sides and laughed. I wondered what I had said that was so funny. The evening breeze blew my shirt and I felt my chest become exposed. Quickly, I grabbed the veil I had used to cover my head so I could avoid being seen by everyone. We were now under a tree, somewhere close to the palace, I could see that he wanted to go to the palace from all indications but I was avoiding His twin sister.

"Summary, please." "Hmph!" She rolled her eyes dramatically. "You're boring!" "I don't c—" "He's your mate." "Wait, what?" "Marcello is your mate!" She giggled. "You both are destined for each other!" "Bullshit." I swung my legs to the floor and got out of bed. "That is complete bullshit, Veronica." "Look, I saw it clearly." She was following me out of the room as she spoke. "The both of you in the goddess's hand, both underneath a white veil. That can mean only one thing, Val."