The golden thread

e Valros stepped into her boutique with the same quiet confidence he'd carried before. The comp

approached the suit, his voice warm but la

id, her voice betrayin

ng to adjust a mannequin, but her heart raced. She had grown accustomed to the transformatio

accentuating his sharp features and commanding presence. The golden threa

n, his face changed. His confident smile faltered, his jaw tightening. His eyes, which h

red, his hands trembling as he

d, stepping closer despite th

o shimmer, the golden thread creating patterns that hadn't been there

the power I've built, the empire I've created. But it also

d, her curiosity ove

hows the cost. The people I've betrayed. The lives I've destroye

She had never seen the golden thread

rous," Dante said, his voice co

d to speak, but D

said, stepping closer to her. "And in the wr

mean for this to happen," she s

unreadable. Then, to her surprise, he smiled,

But gifts like this don't go unnotic

alone with her thoughts and the terrifying knowledge tha