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Maybe answers to the questions gnawing in my heart. “You still haven't told me who you are going to meet, Cassie,” Maya complains, throwing her hands dramatically in the air. I look at her, half-smiling. “I'm an adult, Maya. Stop being dramatic.” Anyone who's eighteen is considered an adult and I'm one. “No law says an adult shouldn't be careful of where they go,” she whispers, rolling her eyes. “I know where I'm going, Maya. Just stop being dramatic.” “Fine, fine,” she raises her hand in surrender. “Go, but call me immediately if anything happens,” she pushes me gently to the door.

Rich people are very difficult to understand and it’s annoying how commoners keep trying to understand them! Sofia ignored my question and pushed a file toward me. “ These are the rules you must follow. You’ll start on Monday.” “ That’s just the day after tomorrow, too fast,” I sighed. I didn’t even plan for that! “ Well, I have no choice!” I said, scanning the rules. “ No short skirts? No revealing clothes? Is he a bad boy or what?” “ I think those rules are for the 20–22-year-old female teachers. You’re not exactly in that category since you’re older, but still follow them to avoid problems.”

The sea below kept its rhythm, relentless and indifferent, a metronome that measured every breath they took. Veronica was eighty eight now. Ethan ninety one. Numbers that sounded impossible when spoken aloud but felt entirely natural when lived day by day. Their bodies had changed in predictable ways: joints that protested in the morning, skin that held every sunspot and every scar like a map of survived summers, hair that had surrendered completely to silver. Yet desire had not faded. If anything it had concentrated, distilled into something purer, more urgent because time had taught them exactly how finite every moment was.

School girl crush, I thought. The kind that get a married man like me in trouble. Two and half years later, I returned to my original school. She attended classes on a different day. Students could not attend the adult class until they were 18 or got special permission from the head instructor. I would see her from time to time at the school on off days. We would exchange simple hello's. I would see her from time to time sneaking glances. Later that year Maxine turned eighteen and I got divorced. The two were unrelated.

I place my ears against the door, hoping to hear what is going on there. I hear Alpha Ezequiel speak loudly, “Humble people of Citadel pack, I welcome you all to one of the greatest moments to be recorded in the history of our pack. Tonight marks the beginning of adulthood for our young werewolves who will be turning eighteen, the age for so many opportunities. Can all the celebrants step forward please?” There are a few minutes of silence and my heart skips a beat, should I go in now? I don't want to chicken out when I’ve only anticipated this night all my life.

He teased her, "That's because you're still a student." "I'm already 18 years old, and I'm an adult. I can handle my alcohol!" Larissa said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Ambrose looked into her eyes and said, "No means no. As far as I'm concerned, you're only considered an adult once you're 20."

"You don't need to thank me. I've always known you were the perfect woman for me. And when you turn eighteen, I have no doubt you'll step into your role with even more grace and power." I couldn't resist teasing him, with a naughty smirk playing on my lips, "Oh, you'll see. In just 8 days, I'll officially be an adult, and you're going to enjoy every bit of it." Levi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? And what's so special about turning eighteen?"

he asked. "I'm sixteen," I replied. "I run a successful business, and I can drive too. I might even pass for an adult." The comment drew a chuckle from Dad. "In human society, eighteen is considered the age of adulthood," he began, ruffling my hair playfully, "but in our wolf pack, turning sixteen signifies entering the adult realm. Meeting a wolf at this age is a rite of passage, marking one as a true adult." "Why are you both here? This is supposed to be a confidential place," Dad asked.

she asked, sounding like she didn’t believe her eyes. I raised an eyebrow at her. “The one and only,” I said jokingly. I nodded at the bar stool next to her, and she quickly nudged it out toward me with her toe. “Didn’t know you were back in town.” I took a sip of my beer and realized that she didn’t have a drink in front of her. “Can I buy you a drink?” Audrey giggled unexpectedly. “I’m not underage anymore,” she said. “I can buy my own damn drinks.”

I say, astonishment in my tone Andrea arches a brow at me “Do people in the east not come of age at 16?” Crap. “They do, it’s just that going to war against vampires must have been tough.”