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“It is quite literally the least I could do. I—“ Aspen hesitated—“I am not sure if I have said this to you yet, but I am sorry. I am sorry you lost so much because I was being stubborn and I am going to do anything I can to help you take Frank down. Whatever it takes. If you need help finishing this Adam guy, I’ll ask Daddy. If you want him groveling in front of you, I can make it happen. If you want Frank in prison, I can help. I will help.” “Thank you, Aspen.” Alessa genuinely said. A few minutes after they hung up, her phone dinged with the recording. She made her way to Kyle’s office in Camelot. Kyle, who was very much invested in his computer screen, didn’t notice Alessa until she knock

Ayesha said in an effort to pacify. Maddie scoffed. "Yeah, the way he held his own when my...when Aosoth had kidnapped him?" Ayesha pursed her lips and settled back into the grimy subway seat. "I don't know, man. I'm just trying to help." Maddie looked at her for long minutes. Among the motley crowd in the subway train, Ayesha seemed to blend in. She didn't stick out like a sore thumb the way Maddie had thought she would. There were at least five other people with the same dreadlocked hair, camouflage pants and at least 25 piercings on the train. The only thing that made her stand out was the array of chakrams and knives in her utility belt. Maddie wondered for how long Hunters had hidden in

"Come along; I'll show you to your room so you can settle in. You can thoroughly review your contract details, sign, and commence work when you're ready." I nodded. "I know you've likely conducted research before arriving; I'm Asher. You may call me Ash," he introduced with a warm smile. "Kaida," I responded, managing a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Ash." Asher reciprocated with a smile. "The pleasure is mine. This is Malachi, Kai for short, and Caspian, Cas for short," he introduced his brothers. I nodded, discreetly biting my upper lip. "Noted."

Theo sits back down in his chair in front of his broken desk and starts to relax. “Hi Ayesha, I’m Helios. Everything is going to be okay. Don’t worry, you're not going anywhere.” “You're out of line, Helios!” Helios and his dad just stare at each other for about a minute before his whole demeanor changes. Clearly, they’re mind-linking each other. “Hey Ayesha, why don’t you show me around while the adults talk?” Ayesha stands there like a deer in headlights, not moving. Helios grabs her hand and pulls her out the door.

The pretty face batted his eyes at Derrick. "Rolph doesn't need you for the night again. Please leave now when you can." "What do you mean?" Curiosity bathed his face. "Rolph is in a bad mood and you know what that means right." "No I don't." "For your own sake, please leave Asahi," Derrick said worriedly. Asahi was a model and prostitute belonging to one of Rolph's older friends back in Texas. He had borrowed the boy from his master after seeing him in action at an orgy some few weeks before he traveled to Marfa.

How would you like to come to my home in the desert and ride on one? Kate pushed open the library door to see Hazem staring at Ahsan, utterly spellbound. Ahsan was crouching low, so that his face was on a level with Hazem’s, and Kate was instantly struck by the familial likeness between the man and the child. Hazem shared his uncle’s Arabic coloring and silky black hair. An image filtered into her mind of the two of them astride a camel, Ahsan’s arms around Hazem as the animal carried them across golden sands.

Logan said while glaring at Zayden and Ashton l to which the guilty just lowered their heads. "Woah! This is so cool! I mean I feel like I'm in a movie! Wow! Awesome! Amazing! It's just lik-" "So all the names and your identities aren't real?" Hazel asked cutting off Chase's over exaggerating words. "Yep, my name is Ashton aka Ash. My name is as sexy as me right!?" he winked at Hazel making her to roll her eyes. "I'm Zayden park! But you can call me Zay as you always do." Zayden flashed his sunshine smile to her.

Tomas found himself glancing away, pretending to adjust the cat basket once more, though the warmth in his chest dimmed just a fraction under Seren's scrutiny. Rhea lingered near the door, her arms folded now, gaze flicking between Tomas and the closed hallway beyond. Her smirk faded into something more contemplative, though the edge of petulance remained. “So… what exactly are we doing here?” she asked, voice laced with casual discontent. “This flat isn’t Clan territory. And those girls—Isla and Priya, right? What’s so special about them?” Dren raised an eyebrow but said nothing, letting the question hang.

She asks. Before I can even open my mouth to respond, Madison jumps in. "Everyone knows me," She says. “Well, I don't,” Ashley retorts, lifting her shoulder in a half shrug. "You are just a non-playable character," Madison replies, batting her eyelashes rapidly. “You and your whore friend are non playable characters.”

"Thank you Mrs. Schmidt. I'll take good care of him." "Humph," she replied, but didn't take her hand away. Later that night, as Ash drove her home, she laughed about his odd assortment of friends. "A kind-hearted pregnant woman, an orphan casino boss, an old woman with no family and a blue-haired rebel. Admit it Asher Bowles, you have a soft heart for misfits."