Chapter 257
Snowflakes
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I stood in my living room one last time, eyes fixed on the massive framed photo of him, Cupid Godlike, larger than life, green eyes staring back at me with that quiet, unshakable intensity that had once anchored my entire world.
My joy. My everything. The man who had seen every scar, every fracture, every hidden piece of me and still chosen to stay.
I turned slowly.
My gaze settled on the smaller frame I’d taken from the Frost home weeks ago, the one I’d grabbed in that final, desperate moment before everything burned down.
Me and my brothers younger, smiling, carefree. Kashi with his arm slung around my shoulders, Eshan laughing mid–headlock, Roc ruffling my hair like I was still the baby of the family. A snapshot of a life that no longer existed.
A sad smile curled at the corner of my lips.
Then my phone beeped.
I reached for it on the small table beside me.
Mr. Castle.
The director of H.O.W.L.
“ I am in the office now, child. You should come. ”
Goosebumps raced across my skin sharp, electric, but there was no hesitation left in me anymore.
I tucked the phone into my bag, grabbed it, and walked out.
The door clocked shut behind me. Codes chimed, locking automatically as I stood on the porch for one last moment, looking around the estate Cupid had gifted me. The bungalow was quiet, elegant, safe. A sanctuary wrapped in security and silence.
Peace settled over me like fresh snow.
I slid into the car, the one he’d given me, the one I’d signed for and marveled at when he called its luxury “small”
The engine purred to life. Bells jingled softly on the pavement as I pulled out of the driveway and hit the open road.
Weeks had passed since Cupid vanished into thin air in front of me.
I’d panicked like a wornan possessed, obsessive, frantic, calling his number until it went straight to voicemail, texting until the messages stopped delivering. He’d disappeared like a ghost. Like he’d never existed.
Desperate, I’d called Desmond his cousin, his shadow, the one person who always knew where Cupid was.
“He went back to his home,” Desmond had said, voice flat and harsh.
“His loft? Please… can you give me the address so I can p>
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“It’s in a rainforest.” He’d cut me off coldly. “You’ve been there. Did that place look real to you? it has no address. And what did yo do to piss him off this time? He shut off every device. We don’t even know if he’s alive. That’s why I hated you from the beginning knew you were trouble p>
He’d disconnected.
I’d tried anyway, driving the highway he used to take to his loft, searching for the hidden turnoff Every time I got loot. Every time the road swallowed me whole.
I’d thought about going to his rogue family. Mother, Yasmin, Marlik but the shame stopped me cold.
What would I say?
That Cupid walked away because he found me naked with my ex, the same ex who’d stood by while I was destroyed in that alley?
Marlik would never forgive me. He’d probably be angrier than Desmond.
So I stayed away.
I stayed alone.
My car pulled into the private underground garage beneath H.O.WL reserved for family only. I stepped out, catching a few staff members stealing glances at the vehicle, marveling at its quiet, lethal elegance.
I took the elevator up to the first floor.
The doors chimed open.
Mr. Castle’s office was tidy, austere, lit by soft lamps and the faint glow of city lights beyond the windows. He sat behind his desk, files open in front of him, eyes scanning pages until he looked up.
I bowed in greeting.
He didn’t speak.
Just nodded once, beckoning me forward.
I crossed the room. Settled into the chair across from him. Sighed shakily.
None of my family had reached out in weeks.
I wondered what they were waiting for.
Mr. Castle studied me long, quiet, then sighed, almost sadly.
“Roc told me everything that happened,” he said. “Your father, Grant, came to see me personally, child. He spoke about you missing the surgery date. Said you’re delusional. is that true p>
I paused, gathering my thoughts, my strength then smiled quietly.
“Now and then… I get nosebleeds. Sometimes I think I’ve lost memories. But in my house, I’ve set up records, notes, videos, reminders of who I am and how to find myself again. So far I’m managing. But I know soon I might not be able to. I know the worst is coming. Maybe surgery to remove my womb. Maybe coma. Either way…” I met his eyes. “I want to achieve one success before any of that happens, Father p>
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He leaned back slightly.
“And what success is worth putting your life in danger p>
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“Justice,” I said simply. “The dark alley case, sir. You once told me if I ever wanted it reopened, you’d help. I’m here now, not as Snowflakes Frost, but as a victim who was raped and stabbed and somehow survived. As someone seeking justice. And again as a profiler who knows exactly what rape victims endure and wants to be part of that case to make sure justice is done p>
Quietly, I rose from the chair.
Went down on both knees.
Sighed.
“I know my human father asked you not to reopen the case. Perhaps he’s afraid of the truth. But we need it. I need it. I want the dark alley case reopened, Father p>
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