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he muttered. I angrily turned to Demi. She darted her eyes to me then Alforo playfully. And with that type of stare I can sense something. I followed him with my gaze, and when I caught Alforo gazed through my hand I immediately trembled. It took longer to hold on to me. Fuck! So it's really true.

Dizziness washed through me so quickly it almost never happened, but it was so strong I couldn't ignore it. "Just for show," Lucas whispered in my ear. Then he grabbed my hand as Jack pulled the door open. And just like that, I was finally out of the wretched hell. Only to face a fiercer and hotter one.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Something like that had really never happened to me and through my job I was constantly in contact with new people. Oh, what did I care about the guy anyway? After tomorrow I wouldn't have to see him again and that was a good thing. Women had to be quiet. Pah. Grumbling, I leaned against the opposite wall with my arms crossed and kept an eye on the idiots inside. Whatever they discussed in it, Diccon did it with a smile. His son just stood still and nodded every now and then. I only saw Reese's back, but his posture remained friendly. This also has been good.

Daelan The first thing I saw when I buttoned my shirt was the mess I had made of her. Elysia lay sprawled across the black silk sheets completely naked, one leg tangled in the blanket, bruises blooming along her pale thighs like fingerprints from hell itself. Her makeup from last night had smeared beneath her eyes, giving her the appearance of a woman ruined beyond repair, and somehow that sight only amused me more. The room smelled of sex, expensive whiskey, and destruction. Exactly how I liked it.

My eyes went to the room she'd emerged from, and I found myself going towards there. Quiet surrounded me as I neared. When I stood at the entrance, I looked in and felt my stomach drop. Within the wide room was a young Dmitri, and on the table before him was a green book. His brown eyes scanned the brown pages curiously, his lean form hunched over the table. I knew he couldn't see me so, slowly, I walked over to stand behind him. Then I peered down, recognizing the symbols. What was it about this book?

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

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' thought Charlotte with a worried expression . " That damn chameleon king ! " said Charlotte when she saw all the books that were on the floor . She bent down and started to pick them up one by one . When picking the books , she noticed a book in particular . " Huh ?! This book.......it looks similar to ' that ' in the human world . Heh.....these dragons are......Pffftt ! " said Charlotte with a laugh when she looked at the book . While Charlotte picked the books on the floor , king Damien went to his office to check the reports that Anable and Ronal had brought . As soon as he read the reports he smashed them on the table with an angry expression .

He heard it the way he'd heard the last sentence of the first novel in the Azores and the last sentence of the second novel in the April study — with the full weight of someone who understood what was being completed and what the completion meant. "Yes," he said. "That's right." "It's right," Elian said. "It's the truest ending," Dante said. "Yes," Elian said. "The morning. Just the morning." "Just the morning," Dante said. They sat at the kitchen table in November and the third novel was done and the Atlantic was outside being its November self and the Évora node was running and the Alentejo house was the center and the wisteria in Cardiff was in the ground doing its work and Nadia was sixt