The grand, sweeping echoes of the Royal Victoria Hotel ballroom finally faded, replaced by the heavy, contemplative silence of the night. Even after returning home, Sienna Flynn found her pulse refused to settle. The sheer sensory overload of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony—the blinding light of ten thousand gems, the thunderous applause of the elite, and the surreal weight of the wedding gown—still clung to her like a fever dream.
She paced the small living room, her mind flickering back to the image of Eddison Flynn being dragged away by the soldiers. Despite the years of cruelty he had inflicted upon her, a sharp pang of familial guilt pierced her heart.
"Eddison is still blood, Dominic," she whispered, looking out the window at the distant skyline of Duskhaven City. "And Grandmother...
