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And I couldn't sleep peacefully without dreaming of my chasers or my father's death. With a sigh, I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, letting the cool air hit my skin. The room was stifling, the air thick with the scent of old books and stale air. Don't get me wrong, I love the scent of books and stuff, but not now. I have a lot on my mind I just need peace. I stood up, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, and padded over to the window. Fortunately, the moon was full outside.

Zeus replied knowingly. I knew he would of guessed my plans by now. I had already changed my flight to one 2 hours behind her. I was going but she didn't need to know. I would follow behind her just to make sure she was safe. Six months of pure torture was headed my way and I simply didn't care. I had to go. I had to be near her. After the six months I had to come back. Which would add six more months of complete agony. But Ares would be meeting up with her then. The only way her parents could even get me to agree to coming back in six months was to promise he would join her half way through. I had almost given up the beta title not to have to leave her. But they were quick to compromise. Ze

Everything I had always wanted to eat but never dared to buy, I finally tried. I also bought new clothes and a new pair of shoes. Just after changing into them, my phone buzzed. A message from Derrick. There was only one sentence and a location pin. The address belonged to one of the most expensive villa communities in the city. Even though I had spent days preparing myself, my emotions still felt complicated when I finally stood in front of someone who was supposed to be dead. “Harriet, you are here.” Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the couch as if she had truly been looking forward to seeing me. “It is good to have you home. You suffered a lot these past few years.”

I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in. From a short distance away, Queenie, who was tied to a pillar, cried out, "Uncle Ben!" Strangely, she did not look pleased to see Dad. Instead, she looked panicked. Dad ignored her. He dragged Yannis to another pillar and tied him to it. Once that was done, he went up to Queenie. "You're finally here, Uncle Ben! You saved me! I was so scared!" Queenie cried pitifully. For once, Dad seemed unfazed by her tears.

“So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want her either.” The room erupted into laughter again. Then, Finn set his glass down on the table and asked casually, “Want to make a bet?” “Another one? Fine. If we win, you break up with Sophie.” Finn’s voice turned cold instantly. “Who said you could use Soph as a bet?” On the other end of the phone, I listened as he effortlessly reshaped the wager. The bet became whether I would run off with him at my wedding. Sophie could not be used as a bargaining chip, but I could. He had used me as a setup, gambled on a hundred times already.

Book 2 Steam & Sin Jordan Pov The air in the private Elysium sauna was thick, heavy, and scorching. Steam rolled around me like a living thing as I sat on the top wooden bench, my towel barely draped over my lap. Sweat poured down my muscular chest, abs, and thighs. My heart was already racing, and it wasn’t just from the heat.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”