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Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

Daniel rebuffed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He went on G****e and typed Christian's name. “Is this him?” Daniel asked, after showing her the first picture that popped up. “Yeah, that's him,” she said. “Sylvy!” He grabbed her and hugged her. She was confused, trying to understand why Daniel was so excited. “Is he a big deal?” Sylvia asked. “He’s a huge deal. Here, take a look for yourself,” Daniel said and handed her the phone.

My wolf was confused. I knew he was dangerous. He was more than poison. And I wanted him notwithstanding. He'd be the death of me. And certainly I would be his. My growl was dark. "You are mine, Seraphina. You said so yourself. So whatever games you are going on with Dante, end it. Or I'll fucking end him. Don't let me kill my best wolf for you." Silas ordered curtly. His cold murderous gaze having no single humor to them as my heart thumped in my chest. My wolf froze.

Sleep came eventually, thin and restless. And with it, a memory she hadn’t allowed herself to revisit in years. Calloway Rhys, leaning against a doorway, laughing too easily. Seeing too much. Saying things Jay never did, and questions without agendas, smiles without calculations. A man who had once looked at her as if she were more than an accessory to someone else’s ambition. Jordan turned onto her side, heart tightening. She told herself it didn’t matter. That the past stayed buried for a reason. She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

Shola having succeeded in hiding the book continued answering the questions but to his astonishment, Daniel paused his words and threw in a question that pushed him off balance, putting him in a quagmire. Daniel asked; “Was it at seminary you bought that scary black book?” “Which book?” Shola asks back with a concerned face under consternation. “The black book I just saw you reciting words from before I fully opened your door. You were even beating your chest with a scrawled face.” Daniel responds now with a more serious look.

I was going crazy trying to make sense of it. And in any case, what else did I have to do in this villa? *** On the third day, the silence started to shift. Daniel stopped by in the morning. Said nothing. Just left a new book on the table and left. He was watching me. I could feel it. Something was about to happen. And whatever fragile peace we had built in this cursed place—whatever odd routine I’d grown used to—was about to shatter. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. But I knew it was coming.

', Saying this, I closed the mind link. **** It had been two hours since they had left the pack to enjoy their DATE, while here I was getting impatient with the thought of what would be happening there? Did Silas reach there in time? Did he kill that bitch? I hope they wouldn't have hurt Daniel in this process because if they would have, then I would kill all those leeches with my own hand. I kept tossing on the bed from left to right and right to left, but sleep was far away from my eyes.

The hell this bastard is serious? “Any objection, Daniel?” Arden ogles the badge strapped to my chest. The constant reminder I’m nothing but his secretary. Brew coffee, pass him documents, and obey. “I'd love to hear them.” I shake my head. “No, sir.” “Good boy,” he produces something from his palm. A wet silicon strip, dripping with—Oh God, is that what I think it is? “Find a safe place to dispose it. I hate my seeds spilling in the trash.”

"I'm apparently your therapist today, so I might as well see this through. What possessed you to marry her in the first place?" Silas leaned back and stared at the exposed industrial ductwork crisscrossing the ceiling. "Do you know what our novel is called?" The question came out of nowhere, edged with bitter humor. Avery blinked. "What novel?" "In my head, the last three years were one badly written novel with a terrible ending." Silas lowered his gaze to the drafting pen on his desk. "It was called 'When the Contract Ends, Ms. Sloan, You're Free'." Avery froze. "What contract?"

I whispered, stepping into the furnace of his embrace, "the books are balanced. The Council is dust. Your family’s debt to the Priestess line is paid in full. And the Vane Empire is finally under a management that cares about more than the bottom line." Silas pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine. The lethal, cold "Ice King" was gone. In his place was someone I had helped build, and who had built me in return. We weren't just a CEO and an employee, or an Alpha and a Mate. We were the Architects of a future that didn't exist until we fought for it. "I have one more contract for you to sign," Silas murmured, his breath hot against my lips. He didn't pull out a folder. He reached