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.

after a day full of activities, sleep would

she

Why had his reaction been so severe? Could it be he was also reborn? Did he

Dealing with Matthew would be a walk in the park for him. He wouldn’t have shown such utter despair, as if he was

until five in the moming, Xanthea still couldn’t piece it together. Exhausted, she watched the early dawn light creep in and sat up, defeated. She needed to leave; staying here any

Orion approached room 303, ready to

Nightshade has already left. She

What?

note and read the neat

couldn’t say goodbye. I apologize if I said something last night that offended you. Mr. Lockwood, I hope you can overlook my thoughtless words. This fan, a charm I got yesterday, is both an apology

a beautifully embroidered hand fan with a conspicuous message stitched onto it: You will

fan so tightly the material strained under his grip, regret and despair

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