Chapter 173: "Sacred Claims and Silver Pain"
(Grace's POV)
The image on the screen was a burnt wreck, twisted and blackened. Smoke billowed around the remains of the vehicle, and the news anchor droned on in the background, words I couldn’t fully process.
Failed silver-lined protection wards. A high-speed highway collision. No survivors.
My body shook as I leaned over the table, gripping its edge so tightly I thought my fingers would snap. My heart pounded, my breaths ragged. That could have been me. I could have been in that car.
Just two days ago, I’d sold my territory-marked vehicle. I thought it was a necessary step—a small sacrifice to gain more financial security as I prepared for the twins. But now it was clear, horrifyingly clear, that selling that car had saved my life.
