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Most of the presents here belong to Clare it’s nice to know he thought of me. “I wanted to. We’re friends right?”he arches his brow. “Yeah…thanks” We stand there awkwardly since Clare is still kinda standing with us. She looks livid but you couldn’t tell if you didn’t know her. She still has that timid smile she has perfected but her talon nails are digging into her palm. She’s mad, if there’s one thing Clare Haistings doesn’t like is being ignored.

Claire got back on her phone. They got to the company through the secret door, and the car was parked beside a strange car already parked there. Finn came out of the car first and held the door for Claire. As soon as Claire stepped out, the door of the strange car opened, and Cain stepped out in a see-through net inner top and a pair of silver trousers. He had a big puffy muffler across his shoulder and he raised his hands arrogantly. Claire chuckled when she saw him, "I can see you only lost your memory, not your sense of fashion."

The majordomo is there, and he waits for Hannah to signal him before the guards open the doors and he announces, “Tara and Clare, formerly of the Toronto pack.” The “formerly” part of the sentence has to sting. So does, I imagine, the part where their last names have been stripped from them. Even from across the throne room, I see Tara flinch. But Clare holds her head up regally as they approach, and they both curtsey when they reach the dais, but I jump up and nearly tackle them. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” I don’t care that tears roll down my face while I hug them. Clare steps back and motions to her clothing. “I’m wearing overalls and an unraveling acrylic sweater from Value Village. Do I

Nimue patted Clara on her shoulder before elegantly strolling out of the library. Clara sucked in a deep breath, suddenly regretting her decision of coming back. She eyed the place which Nimue had disappeared from before picking up one of the books and flipped the front page and started reading through the pages. Her curiosity and interest piqued as she continued to read pages after pages. Learning new things and Information about herself and her people.

At the entrance was a reception in its bright colors with a neon sign that said Clamat et Susurro. “Can I help you? “The lady at the back of the reception asked, not looking up. “Yes, we would like to go through to the bar if possible,” I said, looking at her, knowing she would recognize me as soon as I spoke. “O my God, is it really you? Serafino? We missed you. Are you coming to play a little? If you are, please let me know I will make sure someone takes over for me for an hour.” Giving me a seductive smile and pushing out her breasts so it was noticeable. Clare was a fairy with small pointy ears but a great body. We played together on some occasions and she was a great submissive. She giv

Soon, it went still, with froth coming out of its mouth. Clara gave me a curt nod before driving her trusty spear through another attacker. It was the first time I had seen her using it, and I had to admit that she wielded it like an extension of her arm. Bryce grinned at me, even as he fought, like he always did when the situation was grim. “Took you long enough.” I ignored him, my gaze fixed beyond the battlefield. The rogues weren’t just pulling back—they were forming a wall, bodies pressed together in a grotesque barrier of sorts, and right behind them . . .

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She focused on the Heart of Nyx, feeling its power surge through her. With a final surge of energy, Clara unleashed a wave of light that sent the rogues scattering. The clearing was filled with a brilliant glow, a testament to the power of the Heart of Nyx. In the chaos, Vivian retreated, her expression a mix of frustration and fury. Clara knew that this battle was only the beginning, and the darkness would continue to pursue them. --- Immediately the grime settled, Clara and her companions regrouped, their expressions a blend of alleviation and assurance. The path ahead was questionable, but they were joined together in their mission to secure their world.

He woke each time gasping, the salt drying on his lips before he even reached the surface. ⸻ Clara’s Preparation: Ancestral Fire As Clara knelt at the shrine’s altar one last time, she took the Yanuwah dagger and sliced her palm, letting the blood drip into the soil. The glyphs flared briefly, and a voice—soft, female, ancient—whispered back. The tide consumes. The line remembers. She bowed her head. “I’ll remember for all of us.” Then she rose, shouldering her pack as Emily waited at the edge of the clearing.

“Go on, tell me what the hell’s going on.” “Clary, come here, please.” He gestured for Clary to come over and she tentatively did so. “This is Clary Astoria, she’s an omega that I met in the crowd when I was greeting everyone. I think she’s my mate,” He ripped the bandaid off.