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My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

"I used to think you were my hero, Arthur." Arthur let out a sharp, mocking breath. "Then you were a very delusional little girl. I’m not a hero. I’m a CEO. I solve problems and I maximize profits. That’s who I’ve always been." They continued walking toward the pond at the center of the park. A small wooden bridge arched over the murky water. On the other side, an elderly couple sat on a blanket, sharing a thermos of coffee. The man was gently tucking a stray hair behind the woman’s ear, his movements slow and full of a quiet, weathered tenderness.

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"Increase our revenue and profits that drastically in just one month? Without his investment? It seems impossible sir." I glanced at him, a small smile touching my lips. "Impossible is just a word Peter. And right now, it's a word I refuse to accept. We'll find a way. We have to. We need a miracle, a financial miracle. And we need it in thirty days."

Hugo was not mine to protect, not mine in general. “What would you have done to him if he was a Factor?” Byron eyed me. “Done exactly what they did in the story. Forced him to tell us where their hideout was and taken it down. The Factors were a danger to our species, but we don’t even know if the story is real. It was just something our parents told us as kids.” I nodded, still watching the interaction of the girl and Hugo. Jace nudged me gently and I tore my eyes away from them. He and I shared a look of uncertainty before he returned to his lunch. He knew something was wrong, but I wasn't at liberty to share with him.

“You think you can hide from me?” The man in front of me—call him Jonah; the name fit—didn’t step back. He didn’t glare. He didn’t do anything that would fuel Barry’s need to escalate. He just stood there, a human rock in a season of floods. “I won’t let him take you,” he said simply, and the words landed like a gauntlet.

The tour moved on. A meeting hall large enough for the whole pack, a small private school with children’s artwork pinned in the windows, a brightly painted playground, a medical clinic that was modest on the outside and well-stocked within. Honor walked through all of it and felt the scale of what she was looking at gradually reframe itself in her mind. “How many of you are there?” she asked. “About two hundred adults. Plus their children.” She stopped walking. “Two hundred.”

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Merrick knew me better by now and knew I’d find a way around Arrick’s timeline. I nodded. Then turned to Zion. “And you?” “I can do 300 warriors.” That made 700 so far. Not bad. “My pack is on the smaller side as you all know so I can only spare 150,” said Kolter. Aydin spoke next. “I am able to do 250.” 1,100. “Count me in for 300,” said David. 1,400. Not counting us. “That makes almost 2,000 warriors with all of us,” said Xander. “We are about evenly matched with them.” He looked over at me, a glint in his eyes that I adored. “And we have the Queen of Storms.”