Mona's POV Aria's hand felt like paper in mine—thin, translucent, the veins blue rivers beneath skin that had weathered eighty-seven years of secrets."Stop looking at me like I'm already gone," she whispered, her voice still carrying that teacher's authority even as her chest barely rose with each breath. "I have something to tell you first."I'd driven through the night when her assistant called. Aria Torres, the woman who'd guided our kind through integration, who'd built bridges between worlds, was dying. Not from violence or betrayal, but from the simple cruelty of time. The monitors beeped steadily in her private room at Sanctuary General, the hospital she'd helped establish for our kind forty years ago."Lyra's safe," I said, thinking she worried about my pregnant daughter, hidden somewhere even I didn't know. "The twins she's carrying—""Not about that." Aria's fingers tightened slightly on mine. "About your mother. About what really happened the night she died."My breath ca
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