Chapter 561

The chill of the night air, fraught with a tension as thick as molasses, wove through the space between them like an unwelcome specter.

Avery’s heart plunged the moment he saw his beloved Evadne standing with Thaddeus, the joy of her presence crashing down. around him, shattering like fragile glass.

“Evadne, my dear, you’ve come?” Mrs. Chambers‘ eyes sparkled with a tender gleam, and she looked as if she would rise from her wheelchair to embrace the girl if only her legs would allow it.

It was curious how Mrs. Chambers, whose memory often faltered when it came to her own son, never failed to recognize Evadne’s striking beauty. Her affection was a poorly kept secret, transparent as glass.

“Mrs. Chambers, good to see you,” Evadne greeted, bowing her head in polite deference.

Thaddeus wrapped a protective arm around Evadne’s waist, his gaze sharp and unyielding as a blade of ice, vigilant of Avery’s every move.

“Evadne, who is this?” Mrs. Chambers asked, bewildered by Thaddeus‘ stoic expression, clutching the hem of Avery’s shirt for

reassurance.

gaze lingered on the man’s chiseled profile, about to speak when Avery, adjusting his gold–rimmed glasses, stole the moment with a smile. “Evadne,

he acted as though Thaddeus

know the darkness you’ve conjured, the blood on your hands better than anyone else. With Eden still at large, Cassius and Thaddeus‘ vendettas unavenged, how could I possibly entertain the thought of

loaded with a love as brilliant as the

about? I don’t understand,” Mrs.

perplexed,” Avery reassured, hands gently massaging his mother’s shoulders, his angelic features belying the venom within. “Evadne, who’s Eden? I don’t know the man. And what trouble have Cassius

boiled within Thaddeus, a tempest swirling in his chest at the memory of he and Cassius’s near–fatal encounter on Star Island while pursuing Ward.

Avery, the puppet master of it all,

What, a quicker death?

Thaddeus‘ hand trembling on her waist, his anger nearly self–destructive.

Thaddeus, to breathe relief to Debby and her husband far away in Helgen. But this was not the

can we leave now?” Mrs. Chambers whispered, her frail body curled slightly, asking tentatively.

leaving her fragile as a leaf. Although autumn was

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