Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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This wasn't unfamiliar. I'd been here countless times with Jace over the years, sitting through gatherings at Cloudscape Monastery.

But I never imagined I'd one day be sitting here listening to him deliver a sermon-not as Jace Johnston, but as a spiritual guide of the Harmonist faith. Hayden helped me into a seat quietly, and Jace began to speak, reciting teachings from Harmonism. But I couldn't focus. Not a single word registered.

I just watched him, piecing together his recent strange behavior. It all made sense now- he'd been on this path for a long time. Even while dealing with the chaos around him, his heart had already detached from the world.

That's why, when his parents died, he didn't grieve or lash out. He just... accepted it. Jace had let go of everything, seeing life and death as part of some larger cycle.

When his sermon ended, he walked over to us.

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. "Jace... how could you do this?" I thought I'd made peace with so much. But seeing him like this? I realized I hadn't. "This brings me peace," Jace said softly, his gaze steady, his eyes clear like still water. Happiness without burden."

"I

I wanted to argue, to say something, but his eyes stopped me. What could I say? Looking at everything he'd been through, maybe this really was the right choice for him.

"you came here for answers,

to know how you brought Thorsten and Cole under control. When I was overseas, they were my

immediately. Instead, he said,

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hesitation, we followed him along a winding path. The monastery sat high on the mountain, and the road was uneven. Hayden kept a firm grip on

but I could feel it-he still cared. Eventually, he led us to a secluded building. The faint, rhythmic sound of wooden

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Drago?!" I whispered,

me she died in the fire. He had lied. Not just to me, but to everyone- including Thorsten and Cole. In that moment, it clicked: this was how Jace had subdued the Dragos. Mrs. Drago

life of reflection and atonement," Jace explained quietly. "She asked me to bring you

his robes, he pulled out a small, ribbon-tied bundle and handed it to me with both hands. "She spent 999 days preparing this. She wanted you to have it-as protection

my head slightly in a gesture

direction. That includes the family estate and cars. Sell them, donate them-it's your choice." So this was what