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Grace’s POV “Zane, stop this. Please, stop,” I begged, my voice trembling. I couldn’t process what I had just heard. Her daughter? No. It was impossible. My parents—my real parents—died in the mines. I remember it like a nightmare I’ve never been able to shake. How could this woman claim such a thing? The room spun, and I stumbled backward, but Grayson’s arms were there, strong and steady, catching me before I collapsed. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might tear right out of my chest. Zane finally released his hold over Glinda, and she swayed for a moment, but those eyes… those brown eyes bore into mine. And in them, there was something I couldn’t name. Something that made me shudder. “You said I was your daughter.” My voice came out shaky, the words barely holding together.

