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which at the moment was peace and solitude. Sometime while he was here, he’d also get to know Lady Sarah a little better as well. He couldn’t really blame her for what her foolish uncle had done, but he would definitely become close to her to see if she knew about her uncle’s plans. Gabe had learned the emperor was exiled to Elba Island, but that didn’t mean the emperor’s men weren’t still busy trying to take over Britain. Taking the brick of soap, he scrubbed it over his face. Within seconds, his eyes began to sting. He cursed, tossed the soap on the grass then splashed water on his face, but his eyes still stung and blurred.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

I try my best not to look at Cody, it’s pretty difficult with his long muscular legs outstretched in front of him, his arms with his ropey veins running up from his hands to his biceps peeking below his tee are too much. Atlas is looking at me strangely, I avert my gaze from Cody and give Atlas a pointed stare. He glowers at me. Jeez, he needs to learn to relax some. Is it me or is he getting worse? Being off limits, trust me sucks like fuck. “How did your folks take it when you told them about Dallas?” I hear Atlas saying. I reach for a magazine from several that Anna hands out, she has a selection ranging from Cosmopolitan, Elle, Hello and some others. I take the Tatler magazine and start

POV: Echo I hadn’t realized I’d disappeared into my own head until Atlas cleared his throat quietly, making me jump slightly as I turned towards him. “Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts!” He turned his head at me a bit, as though he was debating something. “What were you thinking about?” He finally asked, speaking in a way that made me wonder if he was worried that I may not wish to answer. I smiled at him and explained how different the pack values seem compared to where I was before, and how happy it made me. Atlas listens to me so intently, nodding and telling me how hard he has strived to make the Blood Moon pack strong and lively. He tells me how he believes that a pack that enjoys where

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Atlas immediately leaned over Ryan’s shoulder excitedly, his eyes shining. “The blue book mommy! The blue one!” he giggled loudly and points at the suitcase. I searched through the clothes until I spotted the worn hardcover book Quincy had bought him a year ago. The corners were bent from how often Atlas forced me to read it to him. When I held it up, Atlas clapped happily. “Yes, that one!” I walked to them and Ryan smiled softly as he took the book from my hand, his fingers brushing mine briefly. The contact made a zap of electricity to pass through me and my breath hitches while my pulse jumped traitorously.

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

The title gleamed on the cover: Yun’s Aromatic Codex. “Look closely, Hector. Do you recognize it?” He leaned in, scrutinizing it. Nicoletta’s words echoed in his mind: with both volumes together, one could uncover the map to Atlantis and claim the Shard of Life. With it came freedom from sickness and the promise of long life. For an old man staring down death, its allure was irresistible. “I’ll show you.” Caitlin opened the book to a middle page. Yellow powder spilled across the parchment, wriggling with something alive.

I prayed. The End Book 2, coming Next Week. F#c#bo%k page: A.K.Knight Inst@gr@m: athan941

*Aria* Atlas beckoned to me with a wolfish grin, and I found myself following him into the tiny room. It appeared to be a study. Bookshelves lined the walls, and an ornately carved cherrywood desk stood sentry on the opposite side of the room. That was pretty much all I had the chance to observe, as Atlas shut the door behind us and pushed me against the wall, covering his body with mine. I couldn't think of anything but the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on me. Fire pulsed through my veins as he kissed me again and again.