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The sun dipped low over the Isle of the Lost, stretching long, distorted shadows across the weathered dock planks. A salty, brisk wind tugged at the sleeves of my Harrington jacket as I shifted my weight, the rough fabric of my cargo jeans whispering against the wood. Audrey’s stare was a cold pressure against my skin, but I let it slide off, my focus fixed on the sleek black limousine gliding to a halt. The door opened. The first Descendant stepped out, their gaze sweeping over our gathered group. Ben turned, his gesture graceful. "And this is my sister." I met their eyes directly, a subtle, knowing smile touching my lips. What kind of impression was I about to make?