Chapter 12
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The air in Elegance Emporium, usually so refined, was now thick with an acrid tension. Walter stood there with a sneer plastered on his face, while Jules, her eyes glittering with malicious glee as she leaned in with her voice low and with a venomous hiss.

Walter chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “She’s right, Jenny, your little reign is over. Monica’s signing that contract tomorrow and after that you’ll be a nobody. And then what? Who’s going to listen to you then? Who’s going to respect you whe
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    The observation deck was quiet now—too quiet after the alarms had finally died. The station’s viewport stretched wide and black, the golden shimmer on the horizon no longer a distant pulse but a steady, encroaching glow. Isaiah stood alone at the railing, hands resting on the cool metal, frost tracing faint patterns where his fingers touched. The rest of the bay had emptied: soldiers to their posts, trainees to their quarters, Nero and Ragnar to whatever urgent briefing Noirman had called. Even Elena had slipped away after her confession, taking Kate with her.For the first time in hours, or maybe days, he was alone with his thoughts. He stared at the approaching light and weighed it.What were the pros of fighting. The station had firepower. Shields. Trained personnel. His team—Ruko, Spiff, Fen, the outcasts—had already proven they’d die for him. V'He could win. The frost came easier now, stronger. He could feel it in his bones: whatever the Zortox had left in him, it answered when

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    The grand foyer of the Bradley mansion felt smaller than it ever had—high ceilings pressing down, crystal chandelier throwing fractured light across marble floors like broken promises. The family stood in a loose, uneven circle: Nathan near the staircase, arms crossed, jaw tight; Jenny supporting Ashley, who leaned heavily against her, blood still crusted at her temple; Luke and Jackson flanking them like silent sentinels; Fayour hovering near the edge of the group, eyes red and darting; Anthony at the center, charcoal suit rumpled now, silver hair catching the chandelier glow; Julia a step behind him, black dress immaculate but hands clasped so tightly her knuckles showed white.No one had sat. No one had moved to clean Ashley’s wound. The air smelled of old wood polish, jasmine from the open windows, and the faint copper tang of blood.Anthony spoke first, voice low, measured, but carrying the weight of years.“The Bureau took Isaiah,” he said. “The Universal Bureau of Magic. They’v

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    The Bradley mansion loomed at the end of the long private drive like a dark monument carved from money and secrets. Floodlights washed the white stone facade in cold blue-white, turning the manicured lawns into flat, artificial green. Nathan killed the engine in the circular driveway, tires crunching on gravel. The silence that followed was louder than the drive had been.He stepped out first. Jenny followed from the passenger side. Luke and Jackson climbed out of the back, doors closing with soft, expensive thuds. The night air smelled of cut grass, night-blooming jasmine, and something metallic. Blood, perhaps, or just the promise of it.The front doors opened before they reached the steps. Fayour stood there. Blond hair disheveled, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, eyes red-rimmed and wide. He looked younger than Nathan remembered, like the nineteen-year-old he actually was instead of the polished heir he’d been trained to play.“Nathan—”Nathan moved past him without stoppi

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    The back field felt suddenly too open, too exposed under the darkness of the night. The dying oak cast a thin, jagged shadow that sprawled across the grass. Jenny sat on the broken bench, knees drawn up, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands as the temperature had dropped. Luke stood rigid beside her, arms folded so tightly his biceps strained against his shirt. Jackson leaned against the trunk of the oak, one boot propped on a root, trying to look casual while his eyes kept darting between Nathan and the distant campus buildings.Nathan had just crushed the earpiece under his heel. The small skin colored shards lay scattered in the dirt like broken teeth. He was opening his mouth to speak when his phone buzzed again.He pulled it out. It was Fayour. The name on the screen hit him like a cold fist to the sternum.He answered on the first ring, speaker off, phone pressed hard to his ear. “Fayour.”A ragged inhale on the other end, then a voice so choked it barely sounded like his young

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    The red emergency lights still pulsed like a dying heartbeat. Isaiah stood at the center, frost still clinging to the edges of his sleeves. Elena faced him, calm as ever, the faint glimmer in her emerald eyes now unmistakable, like captured starlight.No one had moved since her admission.Then the bay doors hissed open again.Kate entered.She was a storm in human form—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, eyes the color of storm clouds. She wore the same black tactical gear as always, but tonight it seemed tighter, sharper, as though her body had already decided violence was inevitable. She took one look at the scene, Elena standing too close to Isaiah, Ragnar’s hand hovering near his sidearm, Nero braced like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and her expression shifted from watchful to feral.In the next heartbeat she charged.She moved like a blade through water, silent, lethal, unstoppable. Her right hand came up in a slicing arc that could have taken a head clean off at the shou

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    The training bay still smelled of scorched metal and ozone. Melted rifle barrels lay in twisted heaps near the walls, cooling with faint metallic pings. The frost Isaiah had summoned lingered in thin sheets across the deck, glittering under the red emergency lights like shattered glass. No one moved to clean it. No one moved at all.Soldiers stood frozen in half-raised postures, rifles lowered but fingers still curled around grips. Ruko’s tattoos had dimmed to a dull silver flicker; Spiff kept flexing and unflexing his hands as though testing they still worked. Fen stared at the empty center of the bay where the Zortox had stood, mouth slightly open.Isaiah remained where he had faced them, five feet from nothing now, hands loose at his sides. The frost on his fingertips had retreated, but the cold still rolled off him in slow waves.Nero jumped down from the observation platform, boots thudding against the deck. He walked straight to Isaiah, stopping just short of the lingering ice.

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