?Chapter 624:


    Through it all, Anthea never gave in. She never revealed the cer or betrayed us.


    When Anthea’s battered body fell silent, we knew she was gone.


    Bryan tried to burst out, but I held him back with every ounce of strength I had.


    I told myself we couldn’t let her sacrifice be in vain. We had to survive—Anthea’s death had to mean something. But fate wasn’t finished with us.


    The wizards, driven by their unholy determination, discovered the cer.


    Their malicious grins seared into my memory as they uncorked bottles of strange, luminescent potions.


    As the fumes reached us, agony overtook our senses. It felt as though thousands of insects burrowed beneath our skin, their tiny jaws shredding us from within. The pain was indescribable. Our cries were swallowed by despair.


    Just when all hope seemed lost, our father burst through with reinforcements, arriving in the nick of time to save us.


    End of shback


    As I relived that unbearable past, the room seemed to grow heavier, the air thick with a mncholy so suffocating it was almost impossible to breathe.


    I lifted my head to look at Makenna.


    She was staring at us, her eyes filled withpassion, tears threatening to spill over.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I had never imagined there was so much more to the story, and the weight of it sank deep into my chest. My heart ached in a way I couldn’t fully exin.


    It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts. My mind raced as I struggled to keep the emotions from overwhelming me. Finally, I forced the question out, though it felt like it was stuck in my throat. “So… is Evelyn really Anthea’s sister?”


    yton nodded slowly. “Yes. After Bryan’s investigation, it’s almost certain. Evelyn is Anthea’s sister.”


    The news hit me afresh, harder than I expected. Suddenly, all the jealousy I’d felt—thinking they were giving Evelyn special attention—vanished, reced by something much moreplicated.


    “I’m sorry,” I murmured, guilt creeping into my voice. I lifted my gaze to meet theirs. “I… I didn’t know about this.”


    “Sorry for what?” Bryan leaned down slightly, brushing his hand through my hair with a gentle, yful gesture. “Honestly, I’m kind of d you were jealous. It just means you care about us.”


    The warmth in his gaze held a teasing edge, but there was something undeniably possessive about it. I felt my face heat, and before I could stop it, my cheeks were ame. Even my ears burned.


    Flustered, I stammered, desperate for an escape. “I, uh, I have something to do. I should really be going…”


    I took a small step back, but before I could make any further movement, the three of them closed in around me, forming a wall.


    “What… what are you doing?” I froze, my eyes darting between them.


    A brief, silent exchange passed between them, as though they were silently agreeing on something. Then, without a word, Bryan and yton each grasped one of my arms.


    yton’s voice, low and smooth, wrapped around me like a velvet ribbon. “No need to rush off, Makenna. You came here willingly, remember?”


    Bryan lifted me onto the desk and spread my legs apart with his knee. His lips, slightly chapped, hovered over mine as he pressed his hardened length insistently against my panties.


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