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I crept back to my bedroom just a few hours before dawn. My suitcase was back on my bed, neatly packed as if nothing had ever happened. The unpacked clothes lay perfect and untouched just as they had before Adrien had flown into my room. A note lay on top of the suitcase. I recognized Adrien’s flowing penmanship. A single word was written on the thick vellum.
Please.
My eyes scanned and rescanned the one word as if it might change at any moment. The significance of it rang in my head. This was the one word that indicated his weakness. He was begging me. This immortal, powerful creature was begging for me to help him. If I had found a way around my curse after suffering it for hundreds of lifetimes, I would do anything to keep it.
I got up and began to pace around the room. My min
