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he said, his tone detached. "You're not even sorry, are you?" I asked, incredulity coloring my words. Augustine's expression remained impassive. "I've done nothing wrong," he stated. My anger boiled over. "How can you be so heartless?" I spat. Augustine stood, his movements fluid and deliberate. "I'm doing what's best for this pack," he said, his voice firm. "Best for the pack or best for you?" I shot back. Augustine's gaze turned icy, his eyes flashing with warning.

Seeing him this serious made her heart race and feel anxious. “no” she looked away and pretended to watch the surrounding with great interest. Augustine shake his head and continued driving towards the hill where you can oversee the whole city. “I am not gay, she was just playing around, and as a faithful man, I was waiting for her to go home with me.” his cryptic answers made her head hurt so she could only ignore him and ran towards the tree. With her eyes closed, arms wide open while her feet tiptoeing. Holding her waists to keep her from falling downhill, Augustine stared at the scenery before him, taking in the fresh night breeze and the refreshing nightlights.

The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn, streaking the windows with silver lines that blurred the city beyond. August sat on the edge of the couch, hunched forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had turned white. He didn’t even realize how hard he was gripping until Sebastian gently pried his fingers apart. “Hey,” Sebastian murmured, crouching in front of him. “You’ve been quiet all morning. August forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just thinking.

-Veronica, give me a summary, but calmly," asked Soraia, Sheila withdrew, and Veronica took a deep breath, ran her hand through her tears and recounted in a quick summary the moments in which Maya had entered her room until the moment she had asked to come to meet her. His particular nightmare. Private nightmare described well what Augustus was feeling. He had taken a shower, apart from the fact that his hair was still damp, and decided to sleep a little, but a nightmare had come out of nowhere to haunt his mind. Lying down, covered only from the waist down with that abdomen that makes any woman smile for nothing, Augustus was sweating so much that his hair was stuck to his forehead and his

There was no chance of it providing shelter to an entire Legion once the 9th caught up with them and even the baths in the middle of town had been filled with weeds. “What a dive,” Porcius murmured. “There aren’t even enough thatched roofs to shelter many more than the current cavalry detachment and scouts.” “We camp again then,” August snapped. He noticed the dark clouds rolling in from the south and sighed. “The last thing we need for the next night is rain.” Rufus galloped up to August and offered him a full canteen of water. “I think the rain and storm may miss us. I know the skies.”