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.

she tossed and turned on the guest bed at the Thompsons‘, restless and uneasy. She had thought that after a day full of activities,

had she said

Could it be he was also reborn? Did he know

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 if he

she watched the early dawn light creep in

Orion approached room 303, ready to

note, “Sir, Ms. Nightshade has already left. She left behind a fan and this

What?

note and read

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 thank

lay a beautifully embroidered hand fan with a conspicuous message stitched onto it:

so tightly the material strained under his

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