Page 145 of Scarred in Silence

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“We’ll find her,” he says again.

I nod.

But there’s something cold blooming in my chest.

Something I don’t want to name yet.

What if Harmony doesn’t want to be found?

* * *

It’s nearly midnight when I go back into our bedroom.

Lucien’s still in his office.

The night is quiet. Too quiet.

I open the balcony door and step outside. The breeze is cool, sharp with the scent of pine and dust. I lean on the railing, staring into the black. There’s nothing but trees out here.

Trees and shadows.

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

Unknown number.

I answer without thinking. “Hello?”

The line crackles.

Then—breath.

Then—laughter.

Low. Familiar.

Freezing.

“Well, well. The little lamb got her fangs after all.”

My entire body locks.

“Damien,” I whisper.

“Wrong. I’m not Damien anymore.”

Silence.

“Call me Midas, darling.”

I can’t breathe.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he continues. “She’s safe. For now. She wants you to know that.”

“Harmony?”

“She came tome. You just pushed her too far. She needed someone who didn’t try to change her.”

“She’s lying,” I hiss. “You took her.”

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