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It had been a week since Katia’s family arrived and her father’s rage was still simmering below the surface. Her mother and sister tried their best to calm him and make him understand that maybe this was inevitable. That this attempt at the girls maneuvering Uranus had been different from all the others. Hyperion was hearing none of it. He knew that I had hurt his daughter in a worse way, and she ran into the enemy’s camp to get away from the pain I caused.
Cronos had gone in search of Lucifer to find out where he had taken Katia to hand her over to her grandfather. We now sat around the table, in the dining room, on the twelfth morning of Katia being gone. No one was eating anything. Most of those at the table barely tolerated Nathan, and he knew he deserved it. His own pack
