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      Chapter 60

      by Quinn Hawthorne The room around me was steeped in an unnatural stillness, broken only by the flickering of the white and black candles forming the circle I lay within. Their flames cast shadows that defied logic, bending and shifting with a life of their own. Silas sat on the couch, eyes locked on me, concern etched deep in the set of his jaw. His presence was a silent testament to his unwavering support, ready to intervene if necessary, though this was a fight I had to face alone. The Pyrope Garnet pulsed beneath my…
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      Chapter 6

      by Quinn Hawthorne Nick closed the door behind him, and I wrung my hands because I couldn’t contain my energy. I grabbed my arm in irritation. He doesn’t face me right away; instead, he stares at the closed door. A pregnant moment birthed the worst moment of my life. “I can’t do this anymore.” He can’t do this anymore? I knew this moment was coming. It was the last few weeks before the end of the year. We had discussed this day since the beginning but I thought I had time. I thought we had time. I swallowed…
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      Chapter 59

      by Quinn Hawthorne The Headmaster’s office was colder than I remembered. The expansive room, lined with ancient tomes and relics that whispered forgotten stories, loomed around me with an air of silent judgment. Headmaster Brightwen sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his white hair glinting under the soft glow of the enchanted chandelier above. His green eyes—piercing and calculating—fixed on me with the kind of scrutiny that made it clear he saw far more than he let on. “Mara, thank you for coming,” he said,…
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      Chapter 58

      by Quinn Hawthorne I didn’t exactly expect “surprise date” to mean a late-night visit to the town’s antique observatory, but then again, that was Xavier for you—always keeping me guessing. We stood on the creaky spiral staircase that led up to the top of the ancient stone tower, the dim lighting casting long shadows that danced with each step. Xavier looked over his shoulder, one brow arched in that way he had that said, well, you coming or what? I chuckled. “An observatory, huh? I didn’t peg you for the…
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      Chapter 57

      by Quinn Hawthorne The library was cloaked in a stillness I’d come to appreciate, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of paper and the quiet creak of wooden chairs. My eyes swept over the aged text in front of me, absorbing line after line on shadow rituals and the intricate, hidden dangers that came with them. The weight of this knowledge pressed on my chest, mingling with the tension I always carried these days. Somewhere in the maze of towering shelves, Mara was gathering books for her own research. The thought…
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      Chapter 56

      by Quinn Hawthorne The weight of Silas's gaze pressed into me, steady and unwavering. He didn’t move, didn’t even blink, as if holding his breath and giving me the space I needed to unravel the truth. But the air between us was thick, charged with everything I’d kept hidden, and now, there was no turning back. My fingers trembled as I traced the edge of the Garnet at my collarbone, feeling its pulse slow, steadying with each heartbeat. It felt like an anchor now, the one thing grounding me against the storm that…
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      Chapter 55

      by Quinn Hawthorne The world around me was silent, a suffocating kind of quiet that pressed against my ears, thick as fog. The dream always began like this: in the depths of shadow, where the air seemed alive, pulsing with whispers that slithered along my skin. This time, though, it felt different. More sinister, more tangible, as if the shadows were no longer content to merely watch—they wanted to touch, to claim. I stood in an endless expanse of darkness, the ground beneath my feet cold and unyielding like stone. I took…
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      Chapter 54

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first rays of morning light crept across the room, brushing over the curtains and casting a warm, muted glow across the space. I moved quietly, careful not to disturb the stillness of our quarters as I arranged the last of the breakfast on the small table in the kitchenette. The pastries were warm, the eggs perfectly cooked, and the tea steeped just right. It was simple, but it was hers, ours, something that made this space feel like a home amidst the chaos outside. I glanced back toward the nest,…
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      Chapter 53

      by Quinn Hawthorne The moment I stepped into the bedroom that housed my nest, the tension of the day clung to me like a second skin. The soft glow of the string lights whispered promises of reprieve, but my mind was a chaotic mess, refusing to settle. I set my bag down beside the mattress, sinking onto the plush cushions that made up my haven. My fingers found their way to the bracelet Gideon had slipped into my bag, its cool metal heavy and unfamiliar against my skin. I studied the intricate loops and etchings, the…
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      Chapter 52

      by Quinn Hawthorne The soft thrum of chatter filled the hallway as I made my way toward my next class. The whispers that had once been background noise seemed louder now, each word carving deeper under my skin. I could feel eyes following me, assessing, judging, and the stares carried a sharper edge than before. Ever since my omega status became public knowledge, the dynamic had shifted, and not in my favor. “Look at her. Always thought she was too good for everyone, and now she’s playing the innocent omega card,” a…
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