She stepped into Nathan’s private dressing room, her eyes scanning the drawers for his casual attire. But as she pulled open the plaid drawer, her breath hitched.
There, tucked away like a f*******n relic, lay 'The City of Cycles'—the very treasure she had hungered for, the key to the legacy she so desperately craved to claim as her own.
"Is this necklace... The City of Cycles?" Victoria’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she hoisted the mysterious relic from its velvet nest. The cold metal seemed to pulse beneath her touch.
As her thumb brushed a specific, jagged engraving on the pendant, a violent psychic jolt—an electric current of raw memory—surged through her marrow. The room around her dissolved into a feverish vision of a past cycle.
"Bella. Do you know the depth of my h
