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Julian stammered, trying to regain some shred of dignity as he backed toward the door. ​"It was over the moment you laid a hand on my daughter," Arthur said, turning his back on him and returning to his desk. "Now, get out. And Julian? Don't look back. I find that when people look back at me, they tend to trip and fall. And in this city, falls can be very... permanent." ​Julian scrambled out of the library, the doors swinging shut behind him with a final, heavy thud. ​Arthur sat back down, the adrenaline fading into a cold, sharp focus. He didn't care about Julian’s insults. He didn't care about the Montgomery name. He only cared about the signal.

a voice rumbles. I don’t jump. I’ve learned that Lucian doesn't walk; he prowls. He stands behind me, his heat radiating through the back of my jacket. He doesn't touch me—not yet—but his aura wraps around me like a heavy velvet cloak. It’s a possessive, territorial weight that tells the world I am off-limits. "I’m watching a slow-motion train wreck," I say. My voice doesn't crack anymore. It’s flat. Precise. "Arthur is coming to the gala tonight. He’s desperate. He’s looking for a lifeline."

'' I only thought about cheering you '' the voice says . '' Stay away , what are you playing at ?'' Arthur protests .'' Why ? aren't we future husband and wife ?'' she asks whispering in his ear . '' Yeah right i forgot about it '' says he and takes both of her hands and pins her down onto one tree . '' What are you playing at ?'' she asks . '' Are you afraid ? aren't we husband and wife ? can't i do everything to you '' he whispers .''Y-yes you can '' she mummers .

The headmistress suggests but Arthur continues to protests, "You know I won't let that happen." "Move aside, Arthur. She's not your bride so technically she's not yours." Arthur grits his teeth, "You really ought to watch your mouth." and while they were too absorbed in arguing, I caught a glimpse of the librarian as she casually walks in, I saw Skye makes her move as she gives the librarian some sort of potion.

I asked, smiling. “He’s getting there,” Arthur said, tapping his temple. “He’s distracted by the new librarian, who may or may not be fencing stolen rare books through the annual book sale.” He winked. “It’s pure nonsense, of course. But it’s my nonsense.” This was our new, peaceful rhythm. His playful, fictional world existed alongside my quiet, real one. We were in our own orbits, content.

I flashed a smile to myself as I thought that of course it would look different because I was not in my room, I was in Arthur's room or if I was being accurate, I would say my room. I got up from the bed and walked swiftly to the mirror, naked. I looked at myself in the mirror and not only did I feel different, I looked different. There were hickeys on my neck and ear, it was certainly an interesting look. I wore the robe I found on Arthur's side of the bed, which was made and a white card that had little hearts on it. I smiled and held my neck in subtle approval, even though the smile on my face was not subtle. I turned the card over and read the words slowly, absorbing every moment of it a

"Don't you believe for a minute that he wasn't always proud of you, Harper." The opening notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D major suddenly drifted through the picture window, like wisps of music floating on the breeze. Harper fought back more traitorous tears and let herself feel the joy the song always made her feel, a smile spreading across her face. "That's your cue, Love. Shall we?" Cam held out an elbow and Harper slipped her right hand into the crook of her friend's arm. With her left, she clutched Mitzi's hand tightly, ready to walk down the aisle.

The blue cufflinks glowed brightly before their luster gradually faded into a lightless silence. Arthur's stomach felt cold again. The frozen blood slowly flows out through her fingers and she saw his consciousness began to fade. He smiled faintly. "Listen, If the one who coming is not Ian or someone you recognize, please run as far as possible from here." "Shut up. Don't bother me!" She kept chanting. "Please, please ... show me your light!" Lilian's voice fade and fade away from Arthur's ears. He closed his eyes again. "...promise me, Lilian."

"Don't worry about the university today. I’ll have my assistant call the dean and let them know you’re ill." "Thank you, Arthur," I said, feeling a lump in my throat that wasn't just from the flu. "I’ll be right back," Arthur said, heading for the door. "I believe there’s a specific box of Swiss chocolates in the library that cures everything from a cold to a broken heart. I’ll go fetch them." As he left the room, I watched him go. I thought about how much I had judged him without actually trying to study him a-little now seeing him worry about me, seeing him go out of his way to get me chocolates... maybe my mom was right.

--- In The Canteen. "Arthur. You are a senior. How can you do this to your junior? Don't do this. Don't make me wait. I'm starving." Caroline cried out, trying to reach the packet of chips that Arthur was holding. He raised it from his head so that she could not reach and take it. "How can you always look so pretty, Tia?" Arthur smirked, leaning forward to Caroline. "You are just 13. Little kiddo." The smirk on his face widened.