My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 59

The darkness in the bedroom cloaked Orion’s face, twisting his chilled smile into something more haunting than tears. Orion’s grip tightened, shattering an old photo frame that hung on the wall.

Illusions, no matter how long they linger, eventually shatter–they never morph into reality.

“Xan, what’s wrong with Uncle Orion?” Sebastian asked Xanthea cautiously a

after a long silence.

Though he didn’t fully grasp the situation, he could clearly sense that his uncle was deeply distressed, as though he had suffered a tremendous blow.

Xanthea shook her head, her thoughts murky.

the middle of the night, she tossed and turned on the guest bed at the Thompsons‘, restless and uneasy. She had thought that after a day full of activities, sleep would claim her the moment her head

had she

Could it be he was also reborn? Did he know what would happen to her on that

the plane, he didn’t even recognize Miranda. If he knew her fate, he’d surely help her. Dealing with Matthew would be a walk in the park for him. He wouldn’t have shown such utter despair, as if he was

in the moming, Xanthea still couldn’t piece it together. Exhausted, she watched the early dawn light creep in and sat up, defeated.

early morning, Orion approached room 303,

“Sir, Ms. Nightshade has already left. She left behind a

What?

took the note and read the

had to rush back to Crestwood for an urgent matter and couldn’t say goodbye. I apologize if I said something last night that offended you. Mr. Lockwood, I hope you can

a beautifully embroidered hand fan with a conspicuous message stitched

strained under his grip, regret and