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Despite also wanting to find out who the mystery girl is, I need to find out more about this Calista first, to understand how much of a problem she's going to be for me. "Tell me what your friend stopped you from saying earlier." I say, making my voice soft and smiling gently as her, she blushes again, raising her head to look into my eyes. "It's nothing really." I cock my eyebrow and she bites her lip, looking around furtively as though she's going to tell me a secret. "It's only that Cally believes everyone should be able to defend themselves. She believes in equity, she knows we're all capable of defending ourselves and doesn't want the women to be weak and relying on the men to protect u

I shrugged. “You could’ve called us.” Paps didn’t sound angry – just concerned, and perhaps a little impressed. “I still don’t have my phone, and I was too panicked in the moment to think to use the one at the diner.” He nodded, and then slung a rope to Harper. “You okay back there?” “It’s a lot to take in,” he ground out. “I – I saw Callie kill someone today.” “A vampire,” Paps supplied. “She had it coming, Harp.”

a chirpy voice filled with excitement came through the receiver. For the first time in weeks, Caleb smiled, “No Kylie, you’re just in time.” He replied. It was good to hear such enthusiasm from Cassandra’s cousin, perhaps her presence would help Cassandra understand her situation better, but even more, he couldn’t wait to see how the straight-laced, cold Roy would react to a mate who was his opposite in every sense of the word.

She looked at Asher holding his gaze, “but now I’m not sure it was a dream. I think I might’ve jumped to another dimension.” It was quiet now as they both took in the information they had learnt from the other. Callie spoke up first. “Well I’m Callie, short for Calliana, it’s nice to meet you partner.” She said extending her right hand towards him with a smile. Asher took it in a firm grip, her hands were soft but he could still feel calluses. “Asher, it’s nice to know someone’s on my side.” Asher responded. Callie giggled, “I feel the same.” She said. “By the way, where is this?” She said gesturi

"You still think you can retake the SAT? Stop kidding yourself. Work for me. I'll give you 3,000 a month. That's better than the factory. "You should be grateful Mrs. Crayford doesn't mind your ugly face." The lock clicked. A heavyset woman stepped out of the dark, laughing low. "Ms. Collins said you might be difficult and told me to be patient. But I like it when they fight back. Makes it interesting." I backed up fast, breathing hard, until my back hit the wall. I yelled, "Don't touch me! This is assault. I'm calling the police!" Lydia Crayford laughed. "I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?"

The moment Jacob realized he had called out the wrong name yet again, he visibly froze. He scrambled to correct himself in panic and stared at me, hesitating for two seconds before finally squeezing out, "Anya, will you?" I could only manage a bitter, helpless smile. This was our mating ceremony. Yet, even now, the name that still slipped past Jacob's lips was "Anna". Looking at Jacob, I could see the sheer panic in his eyes. I knew he wanted to explain himself.

Chapter 79 The night air hit cold. Sharp. Sienna stood outside the ballroom. Glass doors closed behind her. Muffling the noise. The music. The chaos. Out here, just streetlights. City sounds. And her breathing too fast. Her hands shook. Not from cold. From everything. "Landon Callahan. CEO of Black Global." She said it out loud. Like saying it would make it real. Make sense. It didn't. City lights blurred. Tears. She blinked hard. Tried to stop them.

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”

Seeing me in such a pitiful state, Wilson gasped in surprise and called out my name. "Sarah?"

"It's there." Both Dad and Mom looked puzzled. But to maintain the appearance of family harmony, they didn't stop me. I took a USB drive from my pocket and plugged it into the playback device beside me. The next second, the birthday greeting video on the large screen was abruptly interrupted, and in its place was a high-definition surveillance recording. In the footage, Callie was dancing wildly in front of a mirror. As she moved, she cursed at her reflection, "Why isn't that bitch Arlene dead yet? Once I get my hands on Dad's fortune, I'll sell her off to some backwater town.