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he replied with determination in hope of getting a promotion or something. “Any?” Daniel’s eyes followed the motion of the oval-shaped paperweight as he spun it on the table. “Yes, sir,” Michael affirmed. “Very well. Now tell me Michael Can you sell your soul for millions?” Daniel pushed further. His eyes searching Michael’s. “Millions?” lips parted in shock. “How about I offer you ten million in exchange for something you have, Michael. Would you accept the trade?” Daniel asked calmly. His hands are still playing with the paperweight.

“What do you mean?” “This place is still here, Aria. The buildings might be destroyed, but the place itself lives on. It exists in your memory, and in the memories of all of those people back there who lived here, who loved this place, who will never forget it. Buildings can be rebuilt. Structures can be replaced. But what you have with your pack, that can never go away.” Aria smiled at me, her lips upturned with rays of hope I hadn’t seen in her since I’d met her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “Thank you, Sebastian. Thank you… for everything.”