Dysis’s recovery had been slow and grueling. The pain in her hands and head was a constant reminder of the violence that had shattered her world. Lucian had brought her back to the Levi mansion despite her protests, and now, she was under stricter care than ever before. Yet, even as her wounds healed, her mind was plagued by one question: what had happened to Vee?
Vee had been left behind in Max’s mansion, bleeding from a stab wound that Dysis herself had inflicted in a desperate moment. The guilt clawed at her relentlessly. She needed to know if Vee had survived—if she had, by some miracle, forgiven her.
It was this gnawing uncertainty that led her to leave her room one evening, brushing off Selena, the head maid, who tried to stop her. Determined, Dysis made her way to Alexander’s
