The missions never came every day, so most of her year was taken up by downtime. Her missions were few and far between, leaving most of the year as her own to waste.
Back then, when she’d lived in this courtyard, she’d been just a little girl. He was barely older—a teenager at most—yet it was he who had taught her so much, changed her life’s path in ways she couldn’t have imagined. He’d been her mentor, her guiding star. No wonder her feelings for him had always been so deep and different from anything else.
Uriah came over, carrying two chairs, and set them under the porch eaves. He waved her over, and Mavis joined him. Together they sat, gazing out at the riot of blossoms filling the garden. Mavis had always loved roses, ever since she was a child.
Yet aside from the ones in this very yard, she’d never grown them anywhere else. She found comfort in their blooms, believed they could heal almost any hurt. But she also knew flowers weren’t food, and she’d needed to worry about survival more than beauty, so growing them herself had always felt like an impossible luxury. In the end, she’d deemed it too much trouble to bother.
Now, seeing these flowers—thriving, lush, and full of life—felt almost unreal, as though she’d stepped back into another lifetime. She had assumed they must have all withered away years ago, but someone had cared for them. They’d grown robust, their blossoms even more beautiful than she remembered.
“I remember the first time I saw you,” Uriah said, voice soft with nostalgia. “I thought you were a stray kitten or puppy, half-dead in the grass. It gave me a fright, and when I realized you were a child…well, that shocked me even more.”
“After I brought you home, I was terrified you wouldn’t make it,” he went on. “I called a doctor. Did everything I could. I was so sure you weren’t going to survive.”
“But you surprised me. Day by day, you got stronger, learned to eat on your own, move around by yourself. You went from this skinny, dirt-smudged little thing to a round-cheeked, bright-eyed girl.”
He smiled. “But you sure had a temper on you. Stubborn as anything.”


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Oh wrestling expert ey? So is this Khamzat Chimaev or Shavkat Rakhmonov? Because Khabib's would be too haram....
Oh no. Million is just mix of Conor McGregor, Islam Makhachev, Mike Tyson, Max Holloway, Anderson Silva... I bet he lands 5sec flying knees like Jorge Masvidal too. Oh nope, 1sec knees. And has faster left hooks than Alex Pereira. Definitely would win UFC championship in every weight division including women. Poor Zhang Weili....
Okay so.... Million is now from East. Arctic wolf from East, modified genetically so he can manage his own Instagram and probably also box like Mike Tyson and snapping left hooks like Alex Pereira....
This is starting to be the same twister of abilities as Cassandra Yates and Tiffany. But question is, why the hell Silas can't just open his mouth and tell Caliope that she's the one whom he has in his heart. He would prevent a lot of misunderstanding. Seems like despite capability of talking with modified arctic wolf, she's not like telepathic....
Oh no, so FL is again another hidden genius with both hemispheres working on hundreds... Ffffuuuu. Cassandra Yates and Tiffany were already enough, ughugh. And Tiffany was even more exaggerated than Cassandra....
That's weird, in the first chapters there was said that her bio parents and bros doteď on Caliope but then they adopted Lisette, but this chapter suddenly says otherwise. Did author forget what he wrote?...
I REALLLYYY REALLLYYYY REALLYYYYYY WANT TO SLAP THE 3 BROTHERS WHENEVER THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTH !!! AND THEIR MOM !!!...
Why has this not been updated ?? there were 5 more chapters which was released and it has not been updated.. Please do update on regular basis......