Bastien – Bastienne (French)

Kieran – Ki-éraan

Rolanow – Rolanof

Quatura (Latin)

Senseque - Sensequé

Ruisangor - Rouisangor

For those who are healing from generational trauma.

Break the pattern that tries to break you.

Content Notice!

This book contains discrimination, violence, murder, character death, abuse, abortion, self-harming behavior, drug and alcohol addiction and sexual activity.

Prologue

Twenty years earlier

They were the beginning of this city's downfall, gathered as pre-damaged students, bound together by tragedy. At least that’s what they thought.

“Why exactly are we here again?” the dark-blond young man asked from the end of the dark mahogany table. He was no longer comfortable sitting with the Quatura. And then, too, in the Senseque estate.

All the furniture was in that gloomy hunting style. In addition, there were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lush main grounds, and above the fireplace were the old antlers - hunting trophies from times gone by.

He never thought he would end up here. Everything had changed within a year and he himself didn't even know to what extent he had anything to do with it.

Like many times before, the young man felt a strange shadow on the back of his neck, but he resisted the urge to look out of one of the windows because he knew there was nothing there.

“You're still asking that?” Amanda snapped at him, upset.

He winced, though he wasn't even startled. It was a habit to react humanly.

“I'm afraid his question is justified, Amanda!” Alarik, the curly- brown-haired young man, growled, visibly upset.

He had just as little desire to be with these people in his family's home as they did. But their usual meeting place would not work this time.

“I'd also like to know why I have to waste my precious time with you!” he continued as if he hated the others, which he didn't...

The dark blond man, still sitting relatively unconcerned at the other end of the table, almost narrowed his brows but managed to restrain himself, just as he had learned.

He would never forget his training. The training that he had otherwise so despised and now appreciated more than the other students sitting opposite him.

How much he despised them these days. Every single one of them. Yesterday, friends; today, strangers. That had not been her intention, not at all. If she saw this, she would be bitterly disappointed. He had known that this would go wrong at some point, but she had been so determined that she had managed to convince even him.

“Because of you idiots, one of us lost her life!”

Amanda's anger was unmistakable.

The blond bit his tongue. Only it wasn't his tongue that hurt the most.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten. He never would. And yet, it hit him like a punch to have to think about her again.

A whole damn year had already passed since that day, but to him, it felt like it was only yesterday. Some of them had already started a family…

He looked up at Diana, but she immediately avoided his probing gaze. As always, when it came to her. Ever since that damned day when everything had changed.

“Anyway...” Amanda continued disapprovingly, and for a moment, the blond man recognized her mother in her. “I drew up these documents here.”

She slid a stack of folders across the large dining room table.

If anyone made any documents, it was her.

“And what do we need these for?” Alarik asked, confused.

“Reading!” Amanda ordered harshly.

The blond man didn't have to grin to himself this time because the fact of how much she resembled her mother destroyed all doubts about what they really were.

They were each their parents' children, members of feuding families. And each one of them had the task of fitting into the gap created for them. It was precisely this thought that bothered him so much. Because that was exactly what would never happen. That was exactly why he had believed her. But she was the only one, almost the only one, who was not present today.

“You've got to be kidding me,” Graham, who had taken a seat next to Alarik, snapped.

“Do I look like I'm joking?”

Amanda's voice sounded even more threatening than before. Almost as if she had some fears gnawing at her so much that she had to get all this paperwork over with.

In fact, it was like that. As soon as they had all signed, they would go their separate ways, like the old treaties of their ancestors had been intended to do.

But what was she afraid of now?

This time Amara Blair, sitting next to her younger sister, Margot, also looked irritated, owing to the sheet of paper in her hands.

“Aren't you overdoing it a little, Amanda?”

Amanda looked down at her coolly. Her ice-blue eyes emphasized the whole spectacle.

“Believe me, when I'm done with this, I want to be able to forget all about it as soon as possible. And the only way I can do that is if no one present here ever says a single word about it again.”