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Also, her mother said she doesn't know your name, so do well to introduce yourself properly. Mag's message read, but my eyes stopped at her name, reading it over and over again, it can't be just a coincidence, right? I quickly tapped on the picture, the face staring back at me confirming my suspicions. Damon couldn't get to me himself, and now he wants to use his girlfriend; this time, I wouldn't let him get away so easily. He will fully understand how I was able to build myself to this point without even one scandal of corruption or anything illegal. I will not fall prey to his schemes a second time, and for bringing Aunt Mag into this, they will have to pay dearly for it. My dear Aunt Mag

My hands trembled at my sides. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Of course I love Rafael.” Mimi rolled her eyes. “Really? If you love him so much, why are you still a virgin?” she mocked. “You’ve been together this long and he still hasn’t touched you.” “Shut your mouth, Mimi,” I snapped angrily. “This is none of your business.” “Oh please,” she laughed coldly. “You think you’re in some perfect relationship? This is nothing more than a joke.”

The fantasy is over. But I already can't wait for next month.

My body was sore in the best way, and my mind was spinning. This was no longer just about sex. Damian Blackwood wasn’t just claiming my body. He was claiming *me*. And the most dangerous part was that I was starting to want him to.

Mag making us have sex to stop him from messing with Dane anymore was the lowest blow he could manage. I wanted him dead even more than I had before. While it was happening, all I could think about was how much I actually seemed to enjoy it, and how much I wanted to kill Mag. The enjoyment was probably due to Mag's blood and his twisted thoughts. Maybe he was using me vicariously because he couldn't use Deirk to imagine that, so he used me instead.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

I work there. **VesperVixen:** Wait… really? You’re serious? **quietreader87:** Yeah. **VesperVixen:** That’s insane. Small world. So… you watch my stuff while you’re kneading dough? **quietreader87:** Sometimes. **VesperVixen:** I’m blushing. **quietreader87:** I’m panicking. **VesperVixen:** Don’t. I like that you’re real. Most guys on here are anonymous creeps. You feel… different.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

I state smugly. “You were always an arrogant bastard just like Death. You are like him in so many ways.” Mags states, coming closer. She puts the blade to my neck. “Too bad you won’t see your daughter grow up.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Mags. I’ll see her grow up right after I go help Ari kill Sage.” Mags’s face drops. “Yeah, I know she works for you just like Liam and Ghost do as well. I’ve figured out your whole damn underground rebellion. Death is waiting for you. I don’t think you will enjoy the afterlife.” I counter as I pull my war scythe out as shadows grab Mags causing her to drop the dagger. “I hope Death makes your time in the afterlife as hellish as possible,” I say as I drive m

He handed me the water and took a sip of his own, watching me the whole time. “So, Mia,” he said, leaning against the counter. “What brings a young woman like you to a building like this?” “New job. Marketing. I wanted to be closer to the office.” He nodded. “And you live alone?” “Yeah.” “Brave.” His eyes lingered on me a little too long. “Most girls your age would be scared of the dark.” “I’m not most girls.” He smiled at that, a slow, dangerous smile. “Good to know.”