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" She replied in a whisper-like voice. We ignored that awkward moment and went on our way to the cafe Lilac was talking about. It was different from the one we went to before. This one had a more peaceful atmosphere, while the other had a trendy one. This looked like the perfect place to have a peaceful cup of coffee. The moment we entered, there was immediately a strong scent of coffee in the air. Even though I couldn't fully see what the interior looked like due to the lack of colors, I could tell that the decorations and setting had a vintage style to them.

Our moms were best friends who always took us on their adventures together, dragging us around Europe at some point for a stretch of at least four months. Naturally, we became tighter than glue, doing everything together, going to the same high school and college. We even studied the same course, Accounting. After a few years we started a small firm together and now, a few years later, that small firm has grown to be one of the best in the country. We make the best team. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else by my side, and the way she laughs, head thrown back, just now had made me realise just how much I love listening to her laugh.

Night settled like ink—dark, heavy, endless. The divine messages completely freaked out. [What’s going on?? Why is everything pitch black? What's happening?!] [Not even sound effects?? I can’t hear a thing. What exactly are they doing? I want to know!!] After the bonding ceremony came our honeymoon. Mason took me to a seaside resort. Being in a new place helped wash away the bitter pieces of the past, and I threw myself into the comfort of beautiful scenery. Sometimes I still cried in my sleep, and Mason would wipe my tears with a pained look, holding me gently as I drifted off again.

I never thought about it again. I never expected that Cremisi, who was standing before me now and controlled half the black market empire, would turn out to be the very stranger whom I had saved that day. Time seemed to come to a standstill. Those eyes of his, the ones that used to be as cold as ice, now only held my reflection. He spoke in a deep, quiet voice, enunciating each word clearly. "Long time no see." As I stared at him, I felt my heart pounding loudly in my chest. It felt as if it would leap out of my throat at any moment.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

Rumors even say an angel might have eaten my sister, so I hold no compassion for the larger species. They might resemble us with their human-like faces and hands, but their eyes have this enchanting glow that lures you in like a moth to a flame. And their voices are dangerously beautiful. Countless men have fallen victim to their song. The melody makes men put down their weapons so the monstrous creatures can eat them. I shiver against my wishes, glaring at the angel with more suspicion than ever. It’s a male angel with white hair and pale skin. Strong feathered wings clad his back, but even though he resembles the serene creatures depicted in our churches, angels are nothing short of terrif

Matteo had insisted I get a cane to assist me in walking, without totally relying on anyone. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the ocean, salty air. "Where are we?" I asked. "The promenade. Santa Monica." One of the guards said. Romero, maybe. I was still learning their voices. I smiled. I and Janine had made plans for after college. Plans that included us backpacking and exploring the world. Los Angeles was supposed to be our last stop before heading to Europe. I sighed, letting the breeze blow my hair into my face. Those moments from my past had always seemed so hopeful. I was full of life and so much spark, and now….