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Chapter 478
~Author’s POV~
Davion turned toward the mirror at the side and stilled completely. His reflection stared back at him with eyes that were no longer the same.
One violet.
One deep, icy blue.
His breath caught. "No... that’s not..."
But the mirror didn’t lie.
Davion stepped closer, his gaze locked onto the unnatural colours now pulsing softly in his irises. The same colour as—
"Blue... Snow," he whispered.
Davion could feel it. The bond magic—somewhere, something had flared. He lifted a hand and watched his fingers tremble faintly.
Then a slow, dark smile curved his lips. A glint lit his mismatched eyes, his voice a low, promising tone. "I did say I was coming, didn’t I?"
He stepped back from the mirror and straightened, all trace of tension falling away as his usual calm mask returned—only now it wore a purposeful look like armour.
"I’m coming to get you."
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~Zara’s POV~
"I’m back." I exhaled sharply.
It had been a while—a couple of weeks in fact since I last stepped foot into this company.
The morning sunlight poured through the tall windows of the office tower, casting a warm glow over the shiny marble floors and lighting up the company logo at the centre of the lobby.
I walked into the company and headed straight for the elevator, ignoring the stares sent my way as I got in.
I stepped out of the elevator, heels clicking softly against the floor, and inhaled deeply. The air smelled of fresh coffee and lavender cleaning spray.
It had been weeks—too many, honestly—since I’d last walked into this place.
And I hadn’t realised how much I missed it until now.
"Miss Gold!"
I turned just in time to catch Taylor jogging toward me, a stack of folders hugged tightly to her chest and her short brown curls bouncing with every step. Her face lit up the moment she reached me.
"Oh thank the Moon Goddess, you’re here!" she exhaled, smiling brightly. "It’s so good to see you again, ma’am!"
I smiled at the familiar energy. "Taylor. You haven’t changed a bit."
"Well, you’re the first bit of sanity to walk through those doors in weeks," she said, half-joking, then added with a breathless rush, "And—Mr. Snow made you Acting CEO until his return."
I blinked. "What?"
"Yes. Alpha Storm, the Chairman, gave his full approval. Said it was long overdue, and you already have experience handling things when Mr. Snow is away."
I was quiet for a beat as we walked down the hallway toward Snow’s office, the click of our heels falling in rhythm. "I suppose I’m not just visiting then."
"Not even close."
Taylor pushed open the tall mahogany doors to Snow’s office, and I stepped inside. The moment I saw the desk, I stopped.
Stacks. Piles. Columns.Documents in neat but alarming rows, folders colour-coded, tabs marked.
I winced. "Tell me this is a staged disaster for dramatic effect."
Taylor chuckled nervously. "I wish."
Astrid’s voice stirred inside me smugly. "You mean productive. You’re glowing, babe."
I smirked. "I’m sweating."
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