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 hit the pillow. Yet, every time she closed her eyes, she saw Orion’s expression as he left

she

invited him to the engagement party? Why had his reaction been so severe? Could it be

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

light creep in and sat up, defeated. She

early morning, Orion approached room 303, ready to knock on

hurried over with a note, “Sir, Ms. Nightshade has

What?

note and read the neat

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

the note lay a beautifully embroidered hand fan with a conspicuous message stitched onto it: You will find your true love

strained under his grip, regret and despair rose in his