Sebastian hung up and growled, throwing his phone onto the couch in disbelief and rage. He paced the room, trying to contain his fury, his mind racing with the implications of the exposure.
Meanwhile, Amelia stepped into her room, her phone ringing. She answered it, her tone confident. “It’s done? Good.” Her smile broadened elegantly as she hung up. She walked to her vanity, her reflection showing a triumphant expression.
“This is where it begins,” she declared, her grin widening. She placed her phone down, her fingers tracing the edge of the bracelet Sebastian had returned to her. “You have no idea what’s coming, Sebastian,” she whispered to herself, her eyes gleaming with determination.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was grappling with the chaos that had erupted in his world. He slump
