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Didn't even blinked twice when we reached there watching the house in flames. "Nic," Shawn's voice interrupted my thoughts. following his voice I turned around to see him. "The girls are settled." He informed me and I nodded to him as he disappeared out of my room. When their house got destroyed there was no fucking way they could have stayed in that house, specially, when Shawn told me that the house didn't catch fire out of no where. It was burnt by someone on purpose. He hacked the cameras near their house and found out a person whose head was covered with the cap of his hoodie put their house on fire. So, we brought them here in the penthouse. There are enough empty rooms in the penthous

"Let's burn together." "NOOOO!" Adrien pushed the button and everywhere went BOOOOOM!

When I could stand, I cleaned up, stormed to the garage, and ripped the dashcam footage. Copied every second onto a flash drive. Back at the hotel, I sat in the dark, fists clenched, eyes locked on the screen. Jack's betrayal rolled out like a sick movie. Every frame hit harder than the last. I wrote down every piece of evidence of Jack’s infidelity, my hand trembling with each word. With every word, the fire of vengeance burned hotter.

Flames burst from the top of the cafeteria and were quickly gritting to other parts of the old building. Oh, no. It’s happening. -

Noah snaps, his tone icy. "If she’s excellent, then allow her to communicate," Mary Anne challenges from the doorway. Noah crouches beside me, his face inches from mine. "Tell her you’re satisfactory," he orders, his voice low and menacing. "Mary," I rasp, "I’m high-quality. Don’t…fear." She hesitates before retreating, her footsteps fading into the gap. I live on the ground, gasping for air, one hand clutching my throat. My reflection inside the mirror is unrecognizable mascara streaked down my cheeks, my face pink and swollen, irritated fingerprints marking my neck.

The burner phone that had been attached to it — gone. He took his phone and left everything else. "You're faster than I expected," said a voice from directly behind him. Dante moved — turning, dropping, clearing space — and found himself facing a man who was standing in the alcove beside the wardrobe, just inside the fall of shadow that the desk lamp left untouched, and who had a fire extinguisher raised above his shoulder with the composed determination of someone who had already decided to use it and was waiting only for the geometry to work in his favor.

I murmur as I head towards the basement door. I throw the basement door open and a blast of wind hits me in the face. I fight my way down the stairs and am stunned at the scene that is laid out before me. An elderly woman is fighting off bursts of blue flames that are bouncing off of the walls and the Queen is trying her best to walk through the flames and wind to get to Keena.

My face turned to the flames as I watched some of the pack warriors throw water on the stage to try and tame the fire. It was definitely deliberate. Someone had gone out of their way to burn the stage in the main square, how a human could have the gall to be so rebellious was beyond me, but I knew that they would be found and dealt with severely, this pack was known for their punishments. “We found this…” Beta Steven, jogged over to where I conversed with the alpha and held up an empty bottle of vodka, the clear glass was covered slightly with soot and ash. “It must have been used as the fuel.”

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”