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.

full of activities, sleep would claim her the moment her head hit the pillow. Yet, every

had she said

so severe? Could it be he was also reborn? Did 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

the early dawn light creep in and sat up, defeated. She needed to

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

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

What?

note and read the

to Crestwood for an urgent matter and couldn’t say goodbye. I apologize if I 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

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

the fan so tightly the material strained under his grip,

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