Chapter 33
“A crown built of secrets is a throne made of glass; when it shatters, it cuts even the king who wore it.” — Unknown The silence in the sub-basement was deafening, a thick, heavy thing that tasted of copper and ozone. Chloe stood trembling, her hands pressed against her mouth as she looked from the monster before her to the trail of c*****e he had left in the corridor. The man she had loved—the man who had quoted poetry in a stone cottage in England—seemed to have been hollowed out, replaced by a cold, efficient machinery of death. "Cassius," she whispered, her voice cracking. "My sister. Where is Beatrice?" Cassius did not flinch. He did not look away. His gold eyes remained as flat and unyielding as two coins. "She is no longer an obstacle, Chloe. I have ended her." The world se
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