Chapter 561

The chill of the night air, fraught with a tension as thick as molasses, wove through the space between them like an unwelcome specter.

Avery’s heart plunged the moment he saw his beloved Evadne standing with Thaddeus, the joy of her presence crashing down. around him, shattering like fragile glass.

“Evadne, my dear, you’ve come?” Mrs. Chambers‘ eyes sparkled with a tender gleam, and she looked as if she would rise from her wheelchair to embrace the girl if only her legs would allow it.

It was curious how Mrs. Chambers, whose memory often faltered when it came to her own son, never failed to recognize Evadne’s striking beauty. Her affection was a poorly kept secret, transparent as glass.

“Mrs. Chambers, good to see you,” Evadne greeted, bowing her head in polite deference.

Thaddeus wrapped a protective arm around Evadne’s waist, his gaze sharp and unyielding as a blade of ice, vigilant of Avery’s every move.

stoic expression, clutching the hem

the man’s chiseled profile, about to speak when Avery, adjusting his gold–rimmed glasses, stole the moment with a smile.

acted as though Thaddeus wasn’t even

Chambers. “You know the darkness you’ve conjured, the

loaded with a love

I don’t understand,” Mrs. Chambers said, her confusion evident.

don’t understand, as I’m equally perplexed,” Avery reassured, hands gently massaging his mother’s shoulders, his angelic features belying the venom within. “Evadne, who’s Eden? I

Thaddeus, a tempest swirling in his chest at the memory

was Avery, the puppet master

What, a

her waist, his anger

longing to avenge her brother and Thaddeus, to breathe relief to Debby and her husband far away in Helgen. But this was not the time for trivial verbal victories. She sought a reckoning, Avery’s

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