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Patrick had texted. Natalia replied, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't talk about your mom like that. But it does break my heart to see you so upset." Patrick typed, "Why won't she just disappear? Then I could stay with you forever, Nat!" "I want to be with you forever too, but Luna Evelyn will never allow it. And she's not going anywhere. She always clings to your dad," Natalia replied. Patrick said, "She's the worst. A crazy woman. A nasty witch!"

Astrid pov I needed a weapon. Not a gun—I wouldn’t even know how to flick the safety—but something. A tool. A way to prove that this mountain hadn’t swallowed my soul yet. ​I stood before the rows of books, my eyes blurred with tears I refused to let fall. He thought he knew me because he bought me Powerless. He thought he owned my mind because he’d tracked my reading logs in London. ​I reached out and grabbed a heavy, leather-bound encyclopedia from the bottom shelf. It was thick, dense, and felt like a brick in my hands. I sat on the floor, hidden behind the velvet swing chair, and began to systematically pull books from the lower recessed shelf.

She looked too young and innocent to possess as much power as she seemed to wield effortlessly. Even the king himself hadn’t been able to use his sway so surgically. But she was able to isolate thoughts, memories, even the free will to perform specific actions. I could only hope that one day that sadistic bastard would find himself face to face with her and that she would bring him down to his knees. “Focus…” her voice hummed in my mind.

“I can feel the power from this thing. It’s ancient.” I nodded. “Yes.” I held out my hands and she stepped closer. “It calls to us. Did you know that?” Toya whispered as she slid the book into my waiting arms. “What do you mean?” “The book.” Wendy nodded. “When we held it, it whispered to us. The power it could give us. Almost as if it was testing our loyalties.” Toya nodded. “It’s powerful. I don’t think you should show anyone other than us.” Toya bit her lip. “Not even the others.”

Jolene flips through the pages and shows her where it reads that the queen gets her powers by not asking for permission. Tonya gasps, “That's Just wrong!” Jolene agrees, “Yes, and I bet you no one thought about how to defeat her because sometimes we don’t think of the simplest things!” Tonya still doesn’t believe her, but she’s invested at this point, “Pray tell how do we defeat the queen?” Jolene repeats Apollo, “If she is this powerful by taking advantage of the energies and not asking for permission. What will happen when we ask for permission and we ask those same energies to help us defeat her?”

“And neither of us will survive if you let doubt take hold.” Eva swallowed hard, her eyes scanning the now-still shadows, her mind racing with questions, possibilities, and the heavy realization that her power was not just a gift it was a reckoning, a force that could consume everything, or protect everything, depending on her strength and control. The bond thrummed, a living pulse connecting them, warning them, guiding them. And Eva knew, with the certainty of fire and shadow intertwined, that the true trials, the hidden enemies, and the ultimate reckoning were only just beginning.

I felt so trapped and exposed. MidnightMVP: I’m sorry. That weight is heavy. You’re stronger than this mess though. One breath at a time. I’m always on your side. Send the pic. I’ll roast it with you. I sent it quickly. MidnightMVP: Okay, he pulls off broody well. But damn, you two have real spark. Tension jumping off the screen? LensCrusher: Tension? More like I want to shove him away. But talking to you… it stops the tears every time. Thanks for getting me without judgment.

She sat there for what felt like hours, too shocked to cry, too terrified to move. What was she supposed to do now? Call the police? And tell them what? That she'd found financial irregularities and now someone was threatening her? They'd think she was paranoid. Crazy even. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she should just walk away. Sell the shares. Disappear. Forget any of this ever happened. You're stronger than you believe, Thomas had written. But was she? Strong enough for this? Strong enough to fight people who could destroy her apartment, hack her computer, watch her through her window?

The red-blooded male was under her control. ‘Oh yes please my baby boy,’ a thirty two year old lady said romantically. She had known the power of a woman since Bible times. Powerful men fell and reduced to junkies and prisoners because of women like Delilah, Jezebel and the like. The lady was ready to play it dirty if only she could frustrate the enemies who thought they were sharp to infiltrate her camp.

Ria whimpered inside me, our bond throbbing like an open wound, her pain as raw as my own. I clenched my teeth, pushing my body harder. My chest burned, my legs screamed in protest, but I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t. My powers had flared to life back at the pack house, proving just how uncontrollable they were. I tightened my grip on the book I had risked everything for. It was my only hope—my only chance at understanding who I was and why I was born with these cursed abilities. I refused to let it go. The air shifted.