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Legs stretched out like the room had been built around him. He watched the middle distance with the focus of someone always waiting for something. Not restless. Patient in the way predators were patient. This one is different. Something in me registered it immediately. Be careful. Then the details filled in. Tattoos climbing his forearm, dark and deliberate. Black clothes. A jaw that meant business. The particular way he held his drink was not drinking, just holding like a man who had come here for reasons that had nothing to do with being entertained. He turned.

She was still absorbing the relish the sea was providing when she heard the unmistaken voice of Xavier. “Buy it then.” Xavier’s low voice floated up from below. “But not until the price hits forty. By then their shareholders will be screaming and they’ll have no choice but to sell.” he added Looking down with an intake of breath, Sylvia saw him pacing around the shaded grove near the pool as he spoke into his cell phone. The khaki shorts he was wearing revealed the strength of his thighs. The black tank top showed his broad shoulders and taut waistline as sunlight glistened off his well-muscled arms.

Xavier left the room, as he disappeared out from the room, his secret power was to teleport, which no one knows of, and with a light breeze blowing on his body, he founded himself in the Vault Village, he wore a dark cloak, to disguise himself, the cloak made him look quite dangerous, using the map, he entered into a lonely street, which was covered by human bones, he gasped, the witches had gone quite to far, dumping bodies on the road, he continued walking, as he walked, he couldn't find anyone in the street, so empty, just then, he saw a white door, the building looked quite homey with a white paint, decorating it, he snorted, a perfect disguise for a black witch, no one would believe tha

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Luca said while standing up and pulling me close to his side and I tried desperately hard not to shrug his filthy arm off from me. "Say hi to Satan for me would ya?" Shane says while drinking from his glass and I slightly frown when I caught up with his words. Damn, this guy sure knows how to warn people about death without giving much away. "I like your attempt to humor me Ryder, but no offense, it sucks." Luca blew a few kisses to the rest of his strippers that were glaring at me and he leads me to one of the private VIP rooms upstairs, hoping to get laid with me.

Henry whispered, his heart racing with anticipation. A moan escaped Xavier's lips as Henry's touch sent shivers down his spine. As he ripped Henry's shirt and pants off, Xavier whispered, "Let's make some new stories together." He threw the clothes, staring at the floor, and pushed Henry out of the hard groove of the cave floor, his eyes scanning Henry's naked skin hungrily. "I want to explore every inch of you," Xavier growled, his desire evident in his eyes.

Julia glanced back once, her face unreadable as Hannah followed. A pulse still throbbed beneath her skin—phantom pain where the needle had been. This wasn’t a game. This was a labyrinth of power, loyalty, and poison. And she was already inside. Back at the dorm, the silence was thick. Everyone was asleep. Xavier locked the door behind him, flicked his cigarette into a half-empty glass, and dropped his coat on the back of the couch. He sat down slowly. Leaned back. And for a moment, he simply… breathed.

Xavier walked out. He wore black combat trousers and a fitted black shirt with the sleeves shoved up past his elbows, weapons strapped across his chest and thighs, a blade at each hip, another sheathed along his forearm, like he fully expected to use every single one of them before this night was finished. His expression sat colder than I'd ever seen it, colder even than the morning he'd stood over Jackson with a sword hanging loose and easy in his grip, and that alone made my stomach twist tight enough to ache.

Chapter 134 The Turf GOLD PACK Xavier had a proud grin on his face as he sipped his wine in delight, relaxing by the balcony and watching the stars in the dark sky. It appears to be a goodnight for a long run in the woods but he would rather laze out and do a star bath if there is anything like that. He should have never doubted the process from the beginning. He had put in too much work and established an immeasurable love for him in the minds of those that mattered.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h