Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Not what, Mr. Durand,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. “When. She traded her timeline—agreed to live and die and love across multiple incarnations until the debt was paid. Until the work was complete.” His smile was sad now, tinged with something that might have been regret. “Until the Veilbound bargain was fulfilled.”
The opera house shimmered around them, reality becoming fluid as memory took hold. The phantom audience faded, replaced by something more substantial—a vision that felt less like illusion and more like stepping through time itself.
The garden behind the Tremé cottage was in full bloom, jasmine and night-blooming cereus perfuming the air with their intoxicating sweetness. Moonlight turned everything silver, transforming the modest courtyard into something from a fairy tale. Charlotte knelt beside the reflecting pool, her white cotton dress spread around her like spilled milk. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, and her hands shook slightly as she pressed them to the still water.
Across from her sat a figure that seemed to be made of moonlight and shadow—Maestro, but younger somehow, his beauty unmarked by the weight of decades. He was no less dangerous for his apparent youth; if anything, there was a wildness to him that his current incarnation had learned to mask.
“You understand the price?” His voice was music and poison combined, honey over broken glass.
“I understand.” Charlotte’s voice was steady despite the tremor in her hands. “Seven lifetimes. Seven chances to make it right.”
“Seven chances to love purely enough to bridge both worlds,” Maestro corrected gently. “To create a memory-locked tether that can anchor the Veil itself, prevent the barriers from failing entirely.” He reached across the pool, his fingers trailing phosphorescent light as they touched hers. “The magic you’ve awakened—it’s not meant for human vessels. It’s too wild, too primal. But if channeled through the proper emotional resonance . . .”
“It could save everyone,” Charlotte finished, her voice carrying the weight of prophecy. “Both worlds.”
“If you succeed,” Maestro agreed. “If you can love fiercely enough, purely enough, across multiple lifetimes to forge a connection that transcends death itself. The emotions must be genuine—I cannot manufacture them, only create the conditions where they might flourish.”
Charlotte looked down at their joined hands, light dancing between their fingers like captured stars. “And if I fail?”
“Then both worlds fall into chaos. The Veil will tear completely, and the war that follows will consume everything we’ve built.” His grip tightened, not quite painful but inescapable. “But you won’t fail, my dear. I’ll make certain of that.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I’ll be there every time, guiding the process. Ensuring each iteration brings us closer to success.” His smile was beautiful and terrible in equal measure. “I’ll become the gardener of your soul’s garden, tending it across lifetimes until it bears the fruit we need.”
Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears that caught the moonlight like diamonds. “Will I remember? Any of it?”
“Not consciously. But the soul remembers what the mind forgets. Each lifetime will echo the others; each love will build upon the last.” He lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles that burned like ice and fire. “Trust me, mon cœur. Trust the process.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” But even as she spoke, Charlotte’s voice carried acceptance rather than resignation. She had already made her decision before coming to the garden; this conversation was merely the formal sealing of a bargain her heart had already struck.
“There is always a choice,” Maestro said softly. “But you’ve seen what happens if we do nothing. The visions I showed you—the burning cities, the torn sky, the dead walking among the living. That is our future if the Veil fails completely.”
Charlotte nodded, straightening her shoulders with a resolve that would echo across every incarnation to follow. “Then we make the bargain. My soul, my timeline, my love—all of it, for as long as it takes.”
The vision faded, leaving Bastien standing in the opera house with tears on his cheeks he didn’t remember shedding. The audience had returned, but now he could see them more clearly—not just Charlotte’s previous incarnations, but the lives that had been touched by each iteration. Lovers who had mourned, families who had been torn apart, communities that had been shattered by the supernatural forces drawing Charlotte away from ordinary human existence.
“She made a deal to save someone,” Bastien said, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“To save everyone,” Maestro corrected gently. “The Veil was failing even then. Wars between our worlds were inevitable—had, in fact, already begun in small ways. Random incursions, reality storms, pockets where the barriers had worn thin enough for things to slip through. Charlotte offered herself as a permanent anchor—a soul that could love fiercely enough to hold the barrier steady.”
The revelation drove him to his knees on the ornate carpet. All this time, he’d thought he was protecting Delphine from Maestro’s schemes, standing between her and some malevolent force that wanted to use her. But she wasn’t the victim—she was the weapon. A weapon forged across lifetimes, tempered by love and loss, designed for a purpose that dwarfed any personal happiness she might have found.