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In two days she'd get her bike and never see any of these people again. They stepped outside into the parking lot now dark except for a few overhead lights. Blackwood walked toward a truck parked near his Harley. Maya followed and climbed into the passenger seat when he unlocked it. The interior was clean and expensive. Leather seats. Touch screen display. Nothing like her beat up Kawasaki.

Two men who claim the universe paired us together. I pull myself together, not bothering to respond to Rowan’s texts, and head towards Blackwood INC. The drive was nice, and I listened to Karma by Taylor Swift at least a dozen times until I’d memorized every verse. My stomach fluttered and buzzed with nerves as the city appeared before me. Both Connolley Industries and Blackwood INC dominated downtown Portland, their excessive height and massive structure hard to ignore. The mid-morning sun illuminated off the side of Blackwood INC as I pulled up to the valet area. A young man with a warm smile greeted me, “Good morning, Mrs. Connolley. We’ve been expecting you.”

PRINCE Ciaran and his three subordinates were keeping watch in the Galenus City and were coming home when they saw a black horse tarrying along their path without an owner. "Your Highness," Drake alerted him as the horse went straight to them. Ciaran halted his Cimeræ and stared at the animal in question. "Where's your owner, bud?" he asked. The black horse neighed softly and even turned away. But it didn't went away from them.

LAURA "Blacky's fine now, Isko. You can give him water," Laura told Isko, a Miller Estate worker responsible for the horses. Blacky was their Friesian Horse breed. She was at the clinic when Isko called about a horse acting sluggish. She rushed back to Miller Estate to examine Blacky and found that exhaustion and the hot weather were likely causes. Summer was tough on the animals. "Thank you very much, Miss Laura," Isko said to her.