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.

a day full of activities, sleep would claim her the moment her head hit

she

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

help her. Dealing with Matthew would be a walk in the park for him.

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;

approached room 303,

a note, “Sir, Ms. Nightshade has already

What?

and read

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

a conspicuous message stitched onto it: You will find your

material strained under his grip, regret and

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