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“You… What did you do?!” Penelope was a very conservative, traditional woman. She did not approve of his marriage with Sharon, but she could not allow him to sleep with another woman before they divorced, either! “Penelope, wouldn’t you say Simon should take responsibility and marry Rebecca? “Dad, do you want to see what Simon did?” she said, trying to show Douglas the photograph. Douglas turned his lined face away, waving her off. “Enough, enough. Since it’s come to this, Simon, hurry up and get that divorce then take responsibility for Rebecca.”

Chapter 12 - Accountability ~Luke’s Point of View~ “I can only conclude that the females of today are certifiably insane,” I mutter, rubbing my chin. The two females in the room both give me death stares, but especially Penelope, a Greek half witch half wolf hybrid who is posing as my mother. It’s obvious she doesn’t much like me, and I can’t blame her.

So I gave him a half-truth. “This book… it’s connected to Penelope,” I muttered, forcing the words through stiff lips. Julian stilled. His eyes looked briefly to the silver crest on the cover before meeting mine again. “How?” I shook my head. “I don’t know yet. But she was meant to find it. Her father left her a letter, said it holds the truth of who she is.” His brows furrowed, suspicion battling with something else, concern maybe. “You mean to tell me you stole a book from Ironclad’s library, in the middle of everything we’re going through, because of Penelope?”

“The real world will separate the winners from the losers.” Sophie didn’t respond. Silence was one of the earliest weapons Lucian had taught her. Pandora’s smirk only sharpened, as if Sophie’s lack of reaction insulted her more than any possible retort. Beside Pandora stood Penelope, her best friend and most devoted follower. Penelope was all glossy hair and long legs, pretty and vacant-eyed, laughing at every cruel comment Pandora made a second too late, like she had to catch up. She repeated Pandora’s opinions as if they were her own and trailed after her like a shadow.

“How do you know? You can’t be that sure.” She smirked. “I’m Penelope. I have my ways.” Classic Penny. But this wasn’t something to joke about. “Still,” I said carefully, “you can’t just assume. What if the baby’s not... Professor Rex’s?” The room chilled in an instant. Penny abruptly stopped her machine and turned to face me. Her smile had vanished, replaced with something sharper. “Seriously?” she snapped. “And why should I doubt her? Why would Elsa lie about something like that?”

Penelope shook her head, “I trust you, Ms. Maia.” “Do you have that much faith in me?” After all, this was the first time they met each other. This time, Penelope nodded, “I was in the industry for quite some time. If I’ve learned anything, it’s how to read people. I can tell you have a kind soul, Ms. Maia. I also believe that women look out for each other. I can tell you’ll be the one to bring down Victor.” “Honestly, I’m not only taking him down for you guys. I have my own reasons as well.”

She leans back into the touch without pausing, without looking up, and for one full second the two of them go quiet and soft and so completely married that I have to glance away, like I’ve walked in on something private. Then it’s gone. The hand lifts, the warmth snaps off, and the two of them turn their pale stern eyes back on me in unison, and the temperature drops right back down to stranger. “Now.” Penelope folds her hands on the counter. “The Lycan King’s name buys you my attention, girl. I’ll be very clear that it buys you nothing else. It does not buy you the grade, it does not buy you my goodwill, and it most certainly does not buy you the thing you mean to ask for, because the thing

“My legal situation doesn’t invalidate analysis based on evidence.” “Doesn’t it? Because from where I sit, it looks like someone trying to rehabilitate their reputation by appearing useful to the community they’ve betrayed.” “That’s enough!” Nathan shot to his feet. “This is completely inappropriate—” “What’s inappropriate is pretending we ignore her character,” I replied coldly. “Your daughter killed my mother. That affects my assessment of her credibility.” The chamber erupted in whispers. Some representatives looked shocked by my attack, while others nodded in agreement. Penelope stood frozen at the podium, public humiliation painting her cheeks bright red.

“Say what you came to say and get out." Three years. That’s how long Penelope had been my father’s widow. Three years of her showing motherly concern, but I could see her desperate attempts to claw her way into power. At first, I let her live because she was harmless. Now? My claws unsheathed slightly, puncturing the armrest. Now she’s overstepping… "That creature doesn’t belong here Damon!" Penelope strode forward, slamming her palms on my desk. “Take the pup from her and throw her back to the gutter she crawled from!"

Penelope walked down the long hallway of Duke Diamond's capital residence. Her heart was pounding–she thought she had to go East to visit Celine, but she was glad that her best friend had already arrived in the capital. She walked over to Celine's room door and hoped to see her right away, like when they were kids. But… "What do you mean she doesn't want to see me?" asked Penelope in surprise when she heard the words of a maid who barred her from entering Celine's room. “I am Celine's best friend!”