#Chapter 269: So Much So Little

Agnes One year later. I stood in front of my mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. Two years. It had been two years since I met Elijah—not counting that foggy night we conceived Thea seven years before that, a night neither of us could fully remember thanks to whatever drugs had been slipped into our drinks. Two years since I arrived at his estate, desperate and broken, needing nothing but money to help me search for the daughter I thought was dead. Two years since Elijah chose me in the Mate Trial. Two years since we kissed under the stars and my wolf stirred from her curse-induced slumber for a brief moment only to whisper that he was my mate. Two years of finding out the truth about my daughter, discovering my elemental heritage, destroying an ancient stone, and somehow, against all odds, building a life that finally felt whole. And now, here I was, preparing for a birthday party I’d spent weeks trying to avoid. “It’s just anoth