Chapter 33

• After my lengthy conversation with Magnus, I began implementing the first step of my plan. Magnus was right: I couldn’t tackle everyone at once; I needed to approach them one by one.
• The night offered little rest. My mind was occupied with plans for each potential threat in my life. Dylan was my immediate concern. The way Lily spoke about her son left me with a nauseating feeling. Although gut instincts weren’t something I usually relied on, something deep inside me was insisting that I needed to protect Dylan at all costs.
• When I wasn’t preoccupied with strategies or Dylan’s safety, my thoughts drifted back to the Beaumont family. Their two sons, with their remarkable beauty, seemed to relish the game of manipulation and the potential pain they could inflict on others. Mason Beaumont, the eldest, possessed an almost unsettling beauty. The false emotions he wore were meticulously crafted. From our brief encounter, I learned not to trust his outward persona, yet I couldn’t shake the odd connection I felt with him—different from how I felt about Magnus, but still present.