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I grab fur, muscle, bone…anything I can hold onto. “RUN!” I scream for the hundredth time. The wolf twists, eyes never leaving Catherine. And then… “What are you guys doing? Shooting a Hollywood action movie?” The voice cuts through everything, laughing. I whip my head around. Danny. Standing there. Alive. Oblivious. Annoying. He’s staring at me like I’ve finally lost my last brain cell. I open my mouth. Can’t he see this? Can’t he see the wolf? Can’t he see…

She nodded politely and put a little smile, she didn't know who was the man that standing in front of her. "Ah sorry I forgot you lost your memory, if it wasn't for watching the news, maybe I wouldn't have known, let's get reacquainted, I'm Danny," Danny held out his hand to shake Leah's, his face smiling kindly. Leah hesitantly shook Danny's hand, she couldn't trust everyone who claimed to be her acquaintance.

Ah Ko said to them . " Yes , it's true . This few days Gray , Danny and Shawn keep calling us to have breakfast in their room . " Well , I heard Danny is an orphan but his grandfather is wealthy and they came from a root in Beijing . He is the only son of his late parents . They died in the accident when he is seven . His grandparents love him alot although he had many elders cousin brother and the Koh's mall is belong to his grandfather . Every morning the butler will send so many breakfast for him ." Ah Heng who stay in one room with Danny , Gray and Shawn tells them .

"Oh my God!!" "You're Princess Damontry!" Damontry just stared at her place while he pinned her to the wall, after removing his hood, revealing his brown curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the details of his sculpted face. "Don't be afraid, I'm the Daniel I told you about, Mr. Spencer. I'm the butler at King William's Palace. You can call me Danny." He said smiling radiantly and turning away from Damontry a little before bowing to her in submission.

I stated, looking over at Jonathan as he danced with his sister. Danny smiled as we danced. “I wouldn’t have missed it. As soon as Jonathan reached out to me, I made sure that we could all be here.” He paused, taking a moment to twirl me around before taking my hand again. “You look beautiful today. Jonathan is one lucky man. He better treat you right.” I laughed. “Or you will go all scary dad on him?” I asked, looking over at Jonathan who was giving me a strange look. Danny shrugged. “Maybe. I didn’t get to scare away your high school boyfriends, so I have time to make up for.”

Chapter -: 12 **~~** A TRIP INTO THE PAST: 3 **~~** Selene Zephyrine was her name. Danny remembered the day she visited. He was wearing his mother's apron and making dinner for both him and his father. She thought it was sweet that he had taken up the duty of both mother and son but little did she know he takes the duty of a wife as well. She was a beautiful blonde with blue eyes in her early thirties. Danny remembered seeing her at his mother's funeral a year ago.

“This job, with your father?” Urgh. Another one I regretted telling. I really should get better at keeping secrets. Once it slipped out, they never fucking forgot about it. “No,” I said. “Nothing to do with that prick.” “Pity,” he said. “Your father knows good business.” I looked at his friendly eyes, heavy brown with grey. Danny was South African, accepted by the locals slowly over the years, until he was now a piece of the Much Arlock furniture. “Where are you leaving us for?”

But first, Kaelan needed to know more about what Danny was learning when he was with Mahisar. “So, Danny,” Kaelan began lightly, weaving the question into their casual conversation, “I heard you’ve been spending time with one of the locals. Tell me more about that.” Tharion’s fork stilled midair, his attention sharpening though his eyes never left his plate. Kaelan’s wolf, Azure, lifted his head, ears pricked forward as if listening too. Danny hesitated, mumbling as he finished chewing. “Yeah… I met someone who knows a lot about the area. I thought it’d be fun to learn more about this place. The guy seems willing to share.” He wiped his mouth with his napkin, eyes lowered.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“How have you found it here?” His jaw momentarily hung agape as he appeared startled by my unexpected question. “It’s been fantastic, Luna. I’ve never tasted such wonderful food and slept in a bed before. You’ve taken great care of me, I’m forever in your debt.” I offered him a warm smile as I lent back in my chair. “Danny, can we trust you?” I asked. Danny’s eyes widened as hurt struck across his face. “Of course, Luna.” Nate strode across his office, joining my side, as he towered over Danny. His jawline was stern as he remained tight lipped, failing to show any positive emotion. He rested his hand over the top of my chair whilst leering down at the faerie.