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 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

had she

engagement party? Why had his reaction been so severe? Could it be he

On the plane, he didn’t even recognize Miranda. If he knew her fate, he’d surely help her. Dealing with Matthew

the early dawn light creep in and sat up, defeated. She needed to leave; staying here any longer would only muddle her

the early morning, Orion approached room 303, ready to

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

What?

the note and read the

offended you. Mr. Lockwood, I hope you can overlook

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

the fan so tightly the material strained under his grip,

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