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.

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

she

engagement party? Why had his reaction been so severe? Could it be he was also reborn? Did he know what would happen to her on

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

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

morning, Orion approached room 303, ready

hurried over with a note, “Sir, Ms. Nightshade has already left. She left behind

What?

note and read the neat

said something last night that offended you. Mr. Lockwood, I hope you can overlook my thoughtless words. This

hand fan with a conspicuous message stitched onto it: You will find your true love

under his grip, regret and despair rose in