CYPRUS’ POV:
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A faint, silvery glow brushed the horizon, but true dawn had yet to break as Drax led me through the hushed, empty streets. The night’s chill still clung to the air, heavy and unmoving, yet a deeper, more unsettling cold coiled in my chest as we halted before the apartment he was talking about.
I knew this place.
Shock gripped me like a vice. It wasn’t just any hideout—it was the same apartment Cassandra and Dylan had once called home. My mind reeled, struggling to make sense of it.
Why is she even here? Does she remember this place?!
"This is where I discovered traces of her lingering tracks. Based on my observations, she was here for several days...with that werewolf," Drax murmured, his voice careful, watching me for a reaction. I barely acknowledged him; my gaz
