LOGIN“Watched?” Sarah asks, looking around, nervous.After a moment, she turns back to me and leans in to my ear and whispers, “There is nobody here, Jess. It's just us and Bartholomew the guard.”I know that, I’ve checked around, and that’s all I see as well. I scan the place again. There’s nothing out of place. Nobody seems to be looking our way, but I have this strange feeling of being watched nonetheless.Determined not to scare Sarah, I put out a false smile and nod, “Yeah, must be my mind messing with me.”She stares at me sympathetically, obviously thinking that I’m battling with trauma from when I was kidnapped or something within those lines.“Don’t worry, we’re safe.” She assures me. “Magu is a safe island, and the resort is even safer. It took Sebastian and me hours to settle for this one.”“Sure,” I reply.We continue to the Bonfire.Getting to an open sandy street, we see the sign that points to the left as the direction to take to the bonfire. So, we follow it.That’s one of
When we finally landed at Gilgore airport, our first stop, before we got a rental car that would take us to the island, it was already midday.Sarah vomited most of the journey. I was thankful to the Moon goddess that we sat close to each other, which allowed me to care for her the way I wanted.But her symptoms improved towards the end of the journey.At the car rental office, I get her a seat, leaving her under the watchful eyes of one of my father’s guards, who we came with. Then I head out to get sparkling water for her from one of the convenience stores around.Exiting the air-conditioned building housing the rental office, I’m greeted with overwhelming heat.In the distance, I spot a convenience store that might have what I need and quickly hurry towards it.Almost at the store, I notice something one might find weirdly concerning or not. A group of mean-looking men wearing suits is stepping out of one of the convenience stores.The men looked every which way out of place in the
~Jess~“Get up, Jess. It’s nine already. We have to be at the airport in roughly two hours. Our vacation awaits. Wakey, wakey!” Sarah sits at the edge of my bed, a big fat grin on her face as I reluctantly open my eyes.“Ugh,” I groan, tired even though I’m just waking up.I stretch my body lazily and take a closer look at Sarah.“Wait,” I say, sitting up. “You’re all dressed?”“Mhhh,” she coos excitedly. “I didn’t sleep a wink last night. The vacation was all I could think of all through the night.”Oh dear.“Now, quickly, take a shower and come downstairs. I’ll have Olga make a quick breakfast for you.”I push my frame off the bed and start heading towards the bathroom. “Your travelling box is downstairs already,” Sarah adds. “Do you need me to help you with anything?”I yawn lazily and shake my head. “No, I’m fine. I'll be down in a bit.”Shutting my bathroom door, I stop by the mirror and realize just how much I need this vacation.My eyes are sad and resigned, and the lack of any
~Besha Gabret~After Allister left, I remained seated for several moments, staring at the closed door.Of all the things he could have asked of me, it’s a seat with the Varkai princes.Leaning back in my chair, I exhale heavily. I still don't know what to make of this.What does he want with them?The question keeps circling my head.Allister Blackwaters isn't the kind of man who chases pointless leads. If he wants to meet the Varkai princes, then there is a reason behind it.The problem is that I don't know his reason, and that bothers me.I rub my jaw thoughtfully.I already promised him a meeting with the Prince, but the bigger problem is whether I will even be able to find him again.It's been years.The last time I tracked him down took months of favors, connections, and dead ends before I finally managed to locate him.And even after all that effort, he turned me down.I’m still in deep thought when the door swings open, and Collins steps in."Well, well." His voice drips with m
"Fifty-five-fourty-five?""Not going to work," I maintain.He slumps back onto his chair. “Let's leave it at Sixty-forty.” He almost pleads."That will not work for me either. The least I can reasonably consider is offering you twenty-five percent and thirty-eight acres."Besha glares at me. "You're just impossible.""So, I've been told," I reply calmly.His stare lingers. Then suddenly, he laughs. "You know what your problem is?""What?""You are stubborn."I smirk. "Like you’re any different, Besha. It takes one to know one."That earns me a laugh from him.Eventually, he relaxes his back into his seat, the tension on his shoulders easing slightly."Give me thirty percent and take fifteen acres."I stare at him, tapping my fingers against the table while evaluating the fairness of the offer."Thirty acres and I’ll think about it.”He bites down on his bottom lip, in deep thought. Then he spares a sideways glance at his Beta before replying, “Think about it then. I’d love to know wha
~Allister~The moment I step into Frostland’s council wing, cold air brushes against my face.Leo walks a step behind me as we make our way toward the meeting room, with Frostland guards standing at attention along the corridor.I push open the doors and spot Besha Gabret already waiting inside.The moment he sees me, he stands and stares at me.For a second, neither of us speaks.The last few weeks have been a mess. A lot has been going on, and although I’m here in Frostland to see Besha, I still have in mind the photographs of Besha, Sebastian, and Collins Gabret Angel showed me a couple of days ago.Angel had been convinced something was wrong, and having known him for long, I do not in any way doubt that his instincts might be right.The truth is that a photograph alone proves nothing.Sebastian no longer represents Silver Valley on the Frostland oil field matter, but he has every right to travel wherever he wants.Whatever business he has with Besha or Collins could be personal.
~Rhea~Celine Blackwaters voice reaches me where I stand eavesdropping on her conversation with Grandma Regi.“I do not know what else you want from me when the person involved already made his choice.” She tells Grandma.“She is not the right woman for him,” Grandma Regi insists. “Celine, look aro
Philip’s eyes widen questionably at me, and just to be clear, I nod and reply, “Yes, Allister is my Fiancé. Now we have to go. I’ll see you around, Phil.”“Sure,” he lets out, looking like gallons of energy have been sucked out of him.
The street light turns green, but Allister doesn’t move the car right away.“You don’t have to lean on me every time,” he says gently. “Just… don’t lock me out of your life.”His thumb brushes over my knuckles, slowly.“You have me. You’ve always had me.” He hums reassuringly.His words are simple
“Officer,” Allister cuts in. “Miss White is my client. And if you want this issue thrashed out in court, then it’s fine. You already know we go all out for anyone under my law firm.”The police officer starts to stutter, making incoherent sentences.“Officer Dean, is it?” I ask, calling out the nam







