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The iron gates of the Mercer estate did not open easily for anyone, let alone a ghost in a faded gray coat. When Prescott led her across the cobblestone courtyard, she didn’t look like an assassin, a spy, or a desperate beggar. She looked like a woman who had already died once and forgot to lie down. / Chapter 9 / 20

Chapter 9 - AwakeningThree days later, the morning sun finally broke through the heavy Chicago cloud cover, casting a golden, warm glow across the manicured lawns of the Mercer estate.

Inside the private medical suite, the heart monitors ticked with a slow, steady, healthy rhythm.

Jonah and Blythe sat propped up against a mountain of plush pillows, sharing a bowl of fresh fruit while watching cartoons on the wall-mounted screen. Their color had returned, their skin warm and vibrant, the terrifying gray pallor completely gone from their faces.

I stood by the window, holding a steaming cup of black coffee, watching them through the glass.

A soft knock sounded at the open door.

Elena stood in the doorway, wearing a simple black sweater and dark jeans. The harsh aura of the battlefield was gone, replaced by a quiet, serene calm.

"Doctor Yates just finished his morning round," Elena said softly, walking into the room and leaning against the frame beside me. "Their white blood cell count is stabilizing. The pathogen is completely eradicated from their system. In a month, they'll be running around the gardens like normal six-year-olds."

I turned my head to look at her, the silence between us heavy with everything left unsaid.

"You're leaving," I stated, not a question.

Elena looked out at the children, a faint, melancholic smile touching her lips. "My work here is done, Lawson. Vane's syndicate has been dismantled from the inside out, the corporate board has been arrested or scattered to the winds, and your children are safe."

"You have a home here, Elena," I said quietly, stepping closer. "As long as you want it. The Mercer name means something again—and it owes you everything."

She turned her gaze to mine, her eyes searching my face for a long, quiet moment before she shook her head gently.

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Before I could answer, she turned and walked quietly down the corridor, disappearing through the heavy oak doors before I could even say goodbye.

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