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.

at the Thompsons‘, restless and uneasy. She had thought that after a day full of activities, sleep would claim her the moment her head hit the pillow. Yet, every time she closed her eyes, she saw Orion’s expression

she

been so severe? Could it be he was also reborn? Did he know what would happen to

knew her fate, he’d surely help her. Dealing with Matthew would be a walk in the

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

the early morning, Orion approached room 303, ready to

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

What?

note and

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 and a thank you

conspicuous message stitched onto it: You will find

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

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