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Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over

That had to mean she was going to hold Aspen accountable for stealing Rhodes Pharmaceutical's formulas. Andrew suddenly felt a lot more cheerful as he thought about how Aspen was in for one hell of a reckoning. He turned to Shiloh with a grin and said, "Come on, let's go see Ms. Rhodes." Shiloh's voice was cold. "That stuck-up bitch just now? I don't like her. Tell her to keep her attitude in check around me. If she doesn't, I won't mind teaching her a lesson." Andrew felt a shiver down his spine and let out a nervous chuckle. "Shiloh, that woman is the head of Rhodes Corporation. Even I have to give her some leeway. She has a nasty temper and acts all high and mighty, but she's not bad.

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

I looked towards Dax and he looked at me with so much pride it took my breath away. After a few moments the Alpha cleared his throat and said "Thank you for telling us that even though it must be hard to re-live. So let's get on with what you think their punishments should be." "I don't want anything really bad to happen to Lisa yes she did wrong and didn't help but she never actually touched me. I don't care what you do with Shanaya and Benson they can rot in hell." Alpha Ash had a small smile on his lips after I said that.

"Check your armor." "Integrated dampeners took the brunt of the kinetic shock," Asher said smoothly, though his voice had a tight, razor-thin edge. He pushed himself up, his golden hair disheveled, his tactical rifle instantly coming up to sweep the perimeter. "We’re at least six hundred feet below the permafrost level."

Callie called out from inside. They were sat on the couch facing each other twenty minutes later, Callie was now in a black shirt that came to her mid thigh and she wondered just how large Asher was because she herself was 5 feet 5 inches tall. "Ahem!" Asher cleared his throat breaking Callie's train of thought."So, you heard a story about aer, the power we possessed?" Asher asked her. "No," Callie said looking straight at him. "Aer the primordial being." She said dead serious. Asher's eyes widened as she relayed the information she had gotten from her father.

“It's the other way round this time.” Ashley coughs, choking on her food.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.