Millie’s response was almost instinctive.

“Didn’t you summon me?”

“When did I…?”

Marcus’ voice trailed off, urgency replacing confusion. He lunged, his hands seizing the porcelain fragments from Millie’s grasp.

“Millie, you’ve shattered the precious porcelain!”

His voice had a winter chill.

Millie’s heart stopped.

her mind a whirlpool

Which porcelain?

took a mere heartbeat—two seconds of suspended time—for Millie to regain herself, shaking her

You’ve misunderstood.” Her voice was a plea, a

the porcelain, Millie knew full well the fury simmering in Marcus’ eyes. She raced to deny

Why would these shards lie treacherously at my feet? And who beckoned me

in her head,

memory of Mae’s hurried summons played back, and a realization washed over Millie: she’d

fingerprints of my great grandfather’s legacy. It’s a treasure not for its

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