Chapter 570
Author: Youngblood
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Chance took a deep breath, his hand still wrapped around Chloe's. The garden was quiet—too quiet, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for him to speak.

"The daughters," he said. "The women with golden eyes. The ones who've been fighting the Obsidian for centuries." He paused, searching for words that didn't sound insane. "I think my mother is one of them."

Chloe stared at him. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"Your mother," she said slowly, "is the President of the Uni
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