Ethan hadn’t slept in days.
The Hollow had returned to its usual stillness, but everything inside him was chaos. The Moonstone—gone. Sophia—gone. His thoughts spiraled endlessly, not because of failure, but because of her.
She outplayed him. Outsmarted the entire Order. And walked away without a scratch.
But it wasn’t her cunning that haunted him.
It was the look in her eyes before she left.
Cold. Sure. Final.
He wasn’t used to being dismissed. Especially not by someone who once held his life in her hands.
Ethan thought he understood Sophia. Her motives. Her loyalties.
But he didn’t.
Not even close.
And that truth burned deeper than the loss of the Moonstone itself.
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Tracking her down took everything he had.
He used every favor, every contact, every whisper of Fae energy in
