Society Desiree ~repack~ - Private

Each month, a theme was whispered through the network: Yearning. Regret. Avarice. Absolution. Members then submitted their deepest, most secret desire, not to fulfill it, but to have it witnessed. That was the covenant of The Lattice: You do not get what you want. You get to be known for wanting it.

"You could have ruined me," Desiree said quietly. private society desiree

He set the photo down gently. "I've spent forty years acquiring things no one else can have. But I've never been known. Not really. I desired to see you fail because I wanted to know if you were human. If you could bleed like the rest of us." Each month, a theme was whispered through the

No one had ever desired her . The Lattice existed to protect the privacy of longing, not to turn it into a mirror. She closed the ledger, but the words had already burrowed under her skin. That night, she dreamed of her own secret: a daughter she had given up twenty years ago, a girl with her same gray eyes, who did not know her mother was the high priestess of hidden hearts. Absolution

"Then what?"