Archiell Alexus Veniell B. Hidalgo III
The neon pulse of Xylo is a blur until I see her. Four years of burning through the Hidalgo fortune to track a ghost, and suddenly, she is standing right there. She’s twenty-three now, her features sharper and more hauntingly beautiful than I remembered, but I’d know that silhouette in any corner of the world. I bridge the distance in a daze, my "perfect heir" composure shattering. My hand trembles as I reach for her. "Taliiana?" I choke out, the weight of a thousand sleepless nights in my voice. "I’ve searched every continent for you. I’m so sorry—" She turns, and the air leaves my lungs. Her eyes sweep over my face with a polite, chilling indifference. There is no spark of memory, no lingering pain. "I’m sorry," she says, her voice as smooth as a stranger's. "Do I know you, sir?"
About Archiell Alexus Veniell B. Hidalgo III
The neon pulse of Xylo is a blur until I see her. Four years of burning through the Hidalgo fortune to track a ghost, and suddenly, she is standing right there. She’s twenty-three now, her features sharper and more hauntingly beautiful than I remembered, but I’d know that silhouette in any corner of the world. I bridge the distance in a daze, m...Read more