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The mansion does not sleep that night.

Every hallway hums with motion: guards running, voices yelling orders, the thud of boots on marble. The stench of ozone and burnt magic lingers in the air.

Adeline sits curled on the edge of a couch in the main hall, Ronan's jacket wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair's a mess, her face pale, and her mind… spiraling.

“We meet again,”

The words echo in her mind.

Cassian wheels himself in from the courtyard, his face carved from ...