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But the next second, I passed straight through him without so much as ruffling a strand of his hair. Kellan pulled out a set of keys and handed them to Lia. "Here are the keys to my house. You can move in anytime. Also, you can decide on when you want to hold the marking ceremony." Lia had clearly not expected Kellan to agree so readily. Her voice trembled with excitement as she asked, "R-really? Kellan, are you serious?" Kellan did not answer her. Instead, he sent me another message. "Ella, it seems you really did betray the vows we made back then. In that case, I'll have the Beta give you some money as a form of compensation. From now on, we're square!"

The others behind her stumble backwards, their heels catching on the grass line. Elia does not even look down at them. She keeps her chin high, her fingers tightening around the straps of the market bags until her knuckles turn white. "They do not learn," Elia says. Her voice is low, vibrating with a venom that makes my own wolf, Alec, stir beneath my ribs. "Every hour, there is another group. I am going to start ripping throats out, Adriel." "Let them try it again." I scan the tree line, my chest tightening as a sudden, greasy wave of nausea hits my stomach.

The moment Jasmine disappeared down the hallway, Elara closed the door behind her, dropped her bag, and pulled the card out again. Her expression hardened with fresh determination. “Okay,” she whispered fiercely to herself. “You can do this.” She grabbed her phone and dialed the number on the card. It rang several times with no answer. Frustrated, she called again. This time, a deep, authoritative voice answered. “Kael on the line. May I help you?” Elara’s heart pounded violently. “Hello...uh...You might not remember me, but I need you to understand something. Coming after both my friend and me is a very crazy thing to do.”

Eliana spatted. What...

Alia halted, her gaze icy as she fixed her eyes on Elias. “What do you know?” Her voice was low and carried an unmistakable authority. Elias smirked faintly, a playful glint in his expression. He didn’t answer immediately; instead, he casually adjusted his cuffs, speaking in a slow, deliberate tone: “Let’s take our time, Livia. Truth is never something revealed all at once.” There was an enigmatic undercurrent in his words, as if he already knew everything yet was intentionally probing. His calm and collected demeanor only heightened Alia’s wariness. She took a deep breath, swiftly reining in her emotions.

Ezra returned quickly. Elliot: 1 Lilliana: 0

“And you think he’ll negotiate?” She met his gaze steadily. “No.” Her phone vibrated again. Another message. No number. 8:30 PM. Private exchange. One condition. Attached: Coordinates. Not Verona. Not corporate. Residential. Elara’s spine straightened. He was not summoning Alessandro. He was summoning her. She handed Alessandro the phone. His expression darkened immediately. “No.” “It’s not optional.” “It’s not happening.” "Elena", Elara said calmly, “how long until 17C auto-registers market risk exposure?”

Elara swallowed hard and looked seriously into Elijah's eyes, seeing them move even though they were closed, as if that were the only part of his body he could control. "Elijah, it's Elara. If you can hear me and you're awake now, move your eyes up and down," Elara commanded, and they both witnessed Elijah's eyelids move up and down. TO BE CONTINUED

A line of code scrolled across the dark interface. INITIATE PROTOCOL: ECHO FLAME And far across campus, Elara’s eyes flashed with synthetic fire.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.