Aurora's POVThe storage room felt smaller than it had moments ago, the air thick with dust and the weight of unspoken histories. I stood motionless, the sealed yellowed envelope clutched tightly in my hands, its edges pressing into my palms like a warning. Naomi remained at my side, her breathing steady but alert. Aridian filled the doorway, his broad frame blocking the faint light from the corridor. For several long seconds, nobody moved. The only sound was the distant creak of the old mansion settling around us, as if Hawthorne Estate itself was holding its breath.I studied Aridian’s face. For the first time since his dramatic return, he didn’t wear the mask of calm confidence or dangerous intensity. He looked genuinely shocked, eyes locked on the envelope with raw, unguarded surprise. Not theatrical. Not calculated. Real. The sight sent a strange flutter through my chest. This was the man who had upended my entire world, yet something as simple as an old letter had pierced throu
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