And Bianca had given it to them.
She exhaled slowly, like a duelist who had just survived the final strike.
Her spine straightened. Her chin lifted. The light caught her smile.
She glowed again.
For a moment, just a moment, there was no fear in her.
But I knew better.
That door was built to recognize purity. Lineage. Truth.
And it had opened.
Something wasn’t adding up.
Callum
Homecoming. I’ve heard the word alone so much, it was enough to make my left eye twitch.
Toby, I don’t know what’d I’d do without the guy, was barely hanging on. He’d been running around the last forty-eight hours like a glorified courier pigeon, coordinating catering changes and chasing down last-minute confirmations from vendors who still couldn’t grasp the difference between “Royal Pack arrival” and “
