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Every version of Khaos.

“She’s heard my music...”

“My daughter doesn’t collect many things, but she keeps the ones that matter.”

I look at the box again.

My music all through the years.

A quiet laugh escapes me.

“I don’t think she ever imagined she’d meet you.”

I swallow hard.

“Much less love you.”

Love…

Fuck.

My heart heats louder and my chest tightens.

“Thank you…”

Andrea smiles. “I thought you deserved to know.”

“So,” Lucan says. “I suppose you’re going after her.”

“I am.”

He nods once.

“Good.”

I look between them, at the two people who raised the woman who stole my dead heart and brought it back to life and now that I did the right thing coming here.

I look at Lucan.

The greatest sculptor alive. A man who has spent his life taking cold, unforgiving stone and turning it into something beautiful.

“There is one more thing.”

His eyebrow lifts.

“I need a favor.”

“Ask.”

And so, I do.

I ask the father of the woman who holds my heart to help me turn my love for his daughter into a forever that even time itself can’t touch.

forty-three

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The Ice Butterfly