Chapter 78: Memory is a Weapon Too

The villa was quiet.

Too quiet.

A breeze rustled the vineyard leaves, and the dusk air carried the scent of honeysuckle and something metallic beneath it—danger disguised as perfume. Evangeline stood in the drawing room, her posture regal, her fingers clutching a small, frayed lullaby book. A b...

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