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Once doubt creeps in, it spreads like wildfire. I took a deep breath and forced a few tears. "Deke, my numbers were bad this month—no bonus. And my mom's sick, so I sent her six hundred." I watched him carefully. His smile faded, dark eyes scanning me like I was a math problem that didn't add up. "You always put in two or three grand. So... you're not saving anything this month?" His voice turned cold. "If you don't contribute, how am I supposed to save for a house and our wedding on my own?"

I opened it. The room looked different during the day. Yesterday I had barely noticed anything. Today I noticed everything — the windows, the shelves, the books. I walked slowly. History, economics, business, architecture, politics. None of it matched the version of Kane my brain had quietly constructed. No shelves of weapons, no villain setup, no giant map with red pins. Just books. Actual books, the kind with worn spines and folded corners. I moved farther along the shelves, trailing my fingers lightly, and then stopped. Medical books. Several, recent editions, some with handwritten notes in the margins, sticky tabs, pages folded at specific points. That made me pause. I reached out, picke

He died saving me. Now I have 30 days to make him love me... or watch him die again."Aria Blake lost everything the night her Alpha mate, Damon Voss, pushed her out of a truck's path and died in her arms. His last words still burn in her soul: _"You are mine. Always."_But fate gave her one cruel chance. A mysterious locket sent her back 10 years... to the day she first met Damon. Now she's 16 again. And he doesn't remember her. Doesn't want her. "You're not my mate, girl. I don't do destiny." His golden eyes are cold. His heart is stone.The locket is ticking: *30:00:00* 30 days. If Damon doesn't fall in love with her before the countdown ends, she'll be sent back to his deathbed... and he'll

Vivian rummaged through the bag, going through everything, complaining one moment that I had bought too much, the next that everything was too expensive. In the end, she went straight into lecturing me. "You only have 300 dollars a month. You spent 100 dollars on snacks. How is the remainder supposed to cover groceries and meals? You need to plan your spending! "This month, buy a bag of chips—then next month, maybe a drink. That way, you don't overspend, and you'll still get to try everything… I'll let this slide, but don't let it happen again."

I tap my chin, “Longer than I would like.” “And how much have you saved from all of those times?” “Hmm,” I nod, smirking at him. “Around 3.” “Hundred?” I shake my head, “Thousands.” Probably more than that but I didn’t want to surprise him that much. He only asked about the groceries. There was also the money I saved on clothes, furniture, and shoes, using the coupons I’ve accumulated over the years from newspapers and magazines I found lying in Ardere and other places.

I'm rather surprised that I've gotten a good five hours sleep, I wonder how long Rhode 's been asleep for. I switch off the monitor again and pick up my e-reader from the holder next to my seat and explore the titles that I downloaded before the flight. I still can't believe I just have one of these now, and that I've taken back the credit card that Rhode gave me during our arrangement. I'm doing pretty okay with my finances at the moment, when Rhode and I were apart I picked up a lot of extra shifts at the bookstore in order to save money and ended up with a little nest egg. It's enough for me to survive after quitting to focus on school, but knowing the chaos that is my life I know somet