ANMELDENElle est née sans odeur. Dans un monde peuplé de prédateurs, cela la rendait invisible, mais dangereuse. La vie d’Eleena était simple, mais elle lui appartenait : une tante et un frère dont elle prenait soin, un amant qu’elle adorait. Cela, c’était avant que la guerre n’éclate. Avant que son frère ne soit vendu au royaume des Lycans, et qu’elle ne le suive jusqu’en enfer. Devenue l’esclave de la fille unique du roi Lycan, elle est désormais invisible, inodore et sans voix. Mais au palais, la paix n’est qu’une illusion. Ragnar est une arme à visage humain : froid, létal et vicieux. Il est lié par un serment à la princesse, celle que la prophétie désigne pour mettre fin à la guerre. Pourtant, désirer cette fille qui n’a aucune odeur relève de la folie. Mais le palais se nourrit de secrets, et le plus mortel de Ragnar porte un nom. Eleena apprend vite à survivre à la cruauté de la cour… jusqu’à ce que la Lune de Sang ne s’élève et ne brise le sceau scellé dans son sang. La vérité éclate alors au grand jour : elle n’est pas humaine, elle n’est pas inodore. Elle est bien plus que cela—une créature que le palais croyait oubliée depuis longtemps. Désormais, le roi veut sa tête. Et le guerrier juré d’être son exécuteur doit choisir entre son devoir, les ombres qui coulent dans ses veines, ou la femme qu’il ne devrait pas désirer. Dans cette cour de mensonges, l’amour est une arme. La confiance, une trahison en suspens. Et le plus sombre des secrets… reste ce qu’elle réveille en lui.
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“She had a long battle, Juliet. It was time for her to rest. I'm sure she is in a better place now” A sad smile appeared on Juliet's face as she looked up at her mom's nurse of two years, Gloria. Why did everyone keep saying that to her? Did They want her to feel bad that she was sad, was it wrong for her to be sad? Why couldn't she grieve how she wanted? Why did she have to pretend like she was strong when she wasn't? All she wanted to do was cry out loud, but she knew if she did so she would hear those same words again. “Thank you, Laura.” Juliet simply said as the older woman leaned in for a hug and left after saying a few more words. Juliet walked back towards her living room, where a few people remained after the wake was over. Mrs Willams From her mom's support group had a smile on her face as she gossiped with two other women Juliet could barely recognise. They were probably gossiping about her. Maybe not, but didn't they look so cheerful? This was a wake and not a gossip arena. She sighed, she couldn't possibly ask them to leave, maybe people grieved in their way. “Juliet” Juliet turned to look at the person who called her and held her arm softly. It was Flo, her next-door neighbour who was supposed to move a few days ago but had to postpone it after hearing of her mother's passing. She was one of the nice ones that Juliet could stand. She was real, and not two-faced like most people in the room. She could feel their curious stares on her and hear the whisper of their gossip. Juliet flashed Flo a slight smile which Flo reciprocated and squeezed her arm softly again. “How are you holding up? It must have been tough. Planning all this yourself” Flo looked a bit worried, Juliet could see the concern in her eyes, probably the only one who truly cared. Juliet sighed and nodded. It was hard, but she had no choice but to do it. She didn't have friends or a family member who could help her. “It still feels surreal that my mom is gone,” Juliet said in a low voice. Her eyes were on Mrs Williams, who chuckled because of what one of the women said to her. She wanted to slap that smug smile off her face, but she knew she would only cause a scene. They looked so happy while she felt empty on the inside. It seemed Flo was the only one who cared. “You should get some rest, i will take care of everything here you don't have to worry” Flo assured, and Juliet nodded. She couldn't refuse the offer she just wanted to be alone and away from all the people who were pretending like they cared. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand watching them. “Thank you, Flo,” Julie gave her a slight hug before walking away slowly to her room. She ignored most of the people who tried to talk to her. She just wanted to lie down and sleep. Maybe this feeling in her heart would finally disappear for a while. She did just that when she got to her room, but the feeling of disappearing was farfetched. Juliet lay on her bed wide awake, staring at her white ceilings. Emptiness slowly engulfed her as her mind started to process the last few days that had gone by like a flash... Sadness started to slowly creep into her heart... She was gone. Her mom was gone, and she was never going to see her again. It finally dawned on her, and she closed her eyes as a drop of tears slowly escaped her eyes. She quickly wiped the tears away and took deep, shaky breaths to steady herself and try to regain her composure She couldn't be weak... she had promised her mom not to... She had to accept reality and move on... That were her mother's words... Everyone was expecting this to happen sooner or later…she was expecting it too… Even her mother expected it... but it finally happened, and now the feeling was indescribable...her heart ached so much... A sad smile appeared on her face as another tear escaped her eyes… "Her mother's laughter rang in her ears and her mother's beautiful smile. Everyone always told her she had her mother's smile. Her wonderful voice, her warm hugs. She was never going to feel her warm hugs again. “Mom…” Juliet muttered in a broken, shaky voice as her heart became heavy with grief. She hugged her pillow and closed her eyes. Memories of her mother kept flooding her mind, but the tears had stopped. The pain she felt in Her heart was so much that it made her numb. She was all on her own now. Her mom, the only person who gave her the strength to carry on with her life was gone. The only person who made her life worth living was gone. It was too sad that that was her reality now. She got up from her bed slowly and walked to her table where her laptop was open. She still had a deadline to meet for work. She still had to work even after all this. She sat at her table staring at the blank screen of her laptop that showed the reflection of her face. Tomorrow was the funeral. Time had passed so fast. It had just been a few days since she last hugged her mom. But her mom was no longer in the other room and wasn't going to make her dinner and ask her to take a break from work... A few minutes passed before Juliet finally stood up and walked out of her room and down the hall to where her mom's room was or, rather, was... Juliet stopped by the door as her hand slowly travelled to the doorknob but stopped midair. She took in several deep breaths and turned away. Her mom wasn't in there. She was gone. She didn't dare to go in there. She found it hard to breathe and immediately walked away from the door and back to her room. The chatter in the living room had died down and everywhere was silent now. Everyone had gone back to their family. She suddenly hated her house and didn't want to be there. It felt too stuffy for her. Juliet turned away from her room door and slowly walked towards the front door of her house. Her eyes were empty and filled with grief. She walked out the front door and just continued to walk and walk, having no idea where she was headed. She just continued to walk. She had no idea how much time had gone by she didn't feel a thing anymore and wished everything would just end... The numbness in her heart made it all worse... she wanted to grieve her mom, but then... she would have to move on... she didn't want to just yet...why her mom... Her heart felt so empty that it scared her that she would always be this way. Her mind was far off and in another realm till she bumped right into someone, which brought her mind a bit back to the reality of where she was and who she had bumped into... “Are you okay” She heard someone say to her and like that all her unshed tears burst out, overwhelming her... no one had asked her that... No, she wasn't okay… How could she be... Chapter 2Nora cracha une boule de crème au beurre framboise-citron dans une serviette en papier, sa langue ayant l'impression d'avoir été complètement enrobée de sucre de canne pur et non raffiné.« Trop sucré », haleta-t-elle, tendant aveuglément la main sur le comptoir en marbre pour attraper son verre d'eau glacée. « Ça a le goût de rose liquide. Si nous servons cela à deux cents personnes, la moitié de nos invités tombera dans un coma diabétique avant la première danse. »En face d'elle, assise à l'îlot de cuisine élégant de leur loft ensoleillé du centre-ville, Julian leva les yeux de son ordinateur portable avec une expression d'épuisement vitreux. Il avait trois contrats de lieux différents ouverts dans des onglets de navigateur, deux téléphones qui bourdonnaient en mode silencieux contre le quartz poli, et une pile d'échantillons de couleurs éparpillée sur ses genoux comme un éventail de nuanciers.« C'était l'échantillon numéro dix-sept, Nora », dit Julian, sa voix tombant dans un ton
« Tu ressembles tellement à ta mère, Nora. »Nora demeurait debout près du centre de la pièce, son manteau encore boutonné serré contre la fraîcheur. Julian restait à quelques pas derrière elle, son regard perçant surveillant chaque mouvement d'Arthur tout en offrant à Nora un ancrage silencieux et régulier.Arthur désigna une paire de fauteuils en velours pelucheux et fanés. « Je t'en prie, assieds-toi. Je vais préparer du thé... »« Je ne veux pas de thé, Arthur », l'interrompit Nora, sa voix tendue, coupant à travers le vernis poli. Elle ne pouvait se résoudre à l'appeler à nouveau Père ; le mot semblait lourd et étranger sur sa langue. « Je veux des réponses. Vingt ans. Vingt ans de dates de tribunal, de huissiers de justice, de comptes gelés et de mères disant à leurs enfants qu'Arthur Vance avait tout détruit et s'était enfui comme un lâche dans la nuit. J'ai passé toute ma jeunesse à porter le poids de ton fantôme. »Arthur tressaillit comme s'il avait été frappé, fermant les y
La tasse en porcelaine blanche resta intacte sur la table de bistrot en marbre, Nora fixa d'un regard vide le bout de papier d'hôtel froissé reposant à côté de sa soucoupe. Son pouce traça nerveusement l'écriture nette à l'encre bleue encore et encore jusqu'à ce que le papier fût usé tout doux sur les bords.Rue de la Capucine, Giverny.« Nora. »La voix profonde et ancrante de Julian brisa doucement le brouillard de ses pensées. Il s'assit en face d'elle, ses longs doigts s'étendant à travers la petite table pour couvrir sa main tremblante. Il avait troqué son costume d'affaires strict contre un pull en tricot gris anthracite et un manteau en laine sur mesure, mais son expression porta la même intensité inébranlable et résolue qui les porta à travers chaque crise au cours de l'année précédente.« Tu n'es pas obligée de faire cela, » murmura doucement Julian, son pouce frottant des cercles réguliers sur ses jointures. « Si ouvrir cette porte apporte trop de dégâts, nous pouvons faire
« Nora, chérie... tu ne pensas pas que tu pus t'engager sans me le dire, n'est-ce pas ? »Vivienne Vance porta un trench-coat crème impeccablement taillé, ses cheveux blonds immaculés coiffés en un chignon doux et structurel qui ne laissa pas une seule mèche s'échapper malgré les voyages internationaux. Ses yeux bleus perçants balayèrent Nora en quelques secondes, enregistrant son chemisier en soie légèrement froissé, ses joues rougies et, enfin, la bague en diamant étincelante reposant sur sa main gauche.« Mère, » parvint à dire Nora, sa voix tombant dans un registre d'incrédulité totale. Elle resta ancrée au sol moquetté, sa main se resserrant instinctivement autour des doigts de Julian. « Que fais-tu à Paris ? Comment sus-tu même où nous résidions ? »Vivienne passa devant eux dans la suite sans attendre d'invitation, le parfum subtil d'iris coûteux dérivant dans son sillage. Elle glissa ses gants en cuir avec une élégance pratiquée et délibérée. « S'il te plaît, Nora. Ton assista






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