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Core temp dropping. He looked at the list. It was a list of symptoms of a terminal decline. "I'm calling Lysander," Elion said. Cale moved. Fast. He lunged from the bed, ignoring his broken leg. He grabbed Elion’s wrist. "No," Cale hissed. "He has resources! He has private doctors!" "He is the enemy," Cale said. "He wants to separate us." "He wants to keep you alive! Which is more than I'm doing!"

"I saw them through the window. Something about the way Selene was watching made my instincts scream." "I didn't do anything!" Selene backed against the counter. "I made tea. That's all. The same chamomile I drink every morning from the same container we've had for months." Dorian moved to the cabinet and pulled out the chamomile tin. He opened it, sniffed carefully. "Smells normal." He looked at Soren. "Could be in the honey or the water or it could be nothing." Soren's face went gray as he stared at his test strip. "Oleander glycosides. Enough to cause cardiac arrest in fifteen to twenty minutes." He looked at me with haunted eyes. "If you'd drunk even half that cup, you'd be dying right n

He points his index finger at himself and me. As he says these words, a hole opens up in the ceiling. A nondescript voice comes on. “Hello.” The voice says with a sickly sweet tone. “I see you two have met. If not, let me introduce you. Dorian, this is Jelena. Jelena is Traeger’s little toy. She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she Dorian?” Dorian looks at the hole with complete and utter hatred. Then he growls out. “What’s your point, doctor?” The person on the other end lets out a sardonic laugh. “Well, Dorian. It seems Traeger had been a bad boy, and he needs to be punished. So we’ve come up with a way to help him out.” I rise up from the floor, agitated.

“You think you can just take her and disappear?” I stood there utterly confused, none of this made any sense. I turned my head slowly and caught Cyrus mid-sip from his wine glass and he simply shrugged the second our eyes met. Like this was a mild inconvenience at best. I wish I could be as relaxed as him in the midst of chaos. “You think you can just kidnap Elara and shut her off from the world completely," Dorian continued from the floor. “Shut up!” I yelled, voice echoing through the room like a gunshot .

“Something like that.” Cassian didn’t look impressed. His shoulders remained tense, every inch of him coiled and waiting. “You have ten seconds to explain why you’re here before I assume the worst and deal with you accordingly.” Lena took a step forward, her heart in her throat. “Cassian, don’t.” Cassian ignored her. His violet gaze remained locked onto Dorian’s, daring him to make a move. Dorian exhaled slowly. “I’m here because Selene is making her move. And Lena is at the centre of it.”

Hael said then turn off the line without him a word. "You're making things complicated for me." he whispers then sigh. He looked at Grace and went towards her bed. "Grace, I'll be going out, I'll be back before your therapy. I'll just call Doctor Jimenez to look for you, okay?" he whispered on her ear. He saw her nod as a respond. "Thank you." He calls Doctor Jimenez. "Hello?" he said on the line. "Can you look for Grace? I—" he heard the line cut; all he have to do is to get ready.

I called, forcing a smile onto my face, trying to act as normal as possible. “Hey, friend.” Aless pulled up a chair and sat across from me. Then he looked up at Caelia, staring at her for a few moments. “If I’m not wrong, this must be Caelia?” he asked, pointing at her. I nodded. “Yes, that’s right. This is Caelia.” Caelia glanced at me, and just her gaze made my blood rush with excitement, all of it settling in my cock, growing even harder. My body ached with longing.

Dorian said, his voice steady, his chin high, “Selene is the woman I love." Leona blinked, the words felt like sharp stones hitting her chest. But he didn’t stop there. “She understands me,” he said, stepping forward, “She fits into my life, she makes me feel alive, something you never did.” Leona’s breath caught in her throat “Excuse me,” she said, her voice soft but cracking, like it was breaking under the weight of everything he just said Dorian didn’t back down, in fact, he stepped even closer, his voice louder now, harsher, “You held me back, Leona, you were useful once, but now, now you don’t match my lifestyle anymore.”

The only indication that he was ever around was the faint puff of smoke and the smell of death partially covered by the scent of roses, that lingered in his wake. Cinnia's head plopped back against the chair. Her shoulders sagged when she released a harsh sigh. "I love you, Denzel. No matter what happens," Cinnia mumbled. She couldn't ascertain the trajectory of Sebastian's motives but what she was one hundred percent sure of was that she would do everything in her power to take his goal away from him just as he's convinced it's in the palm of his disgusting hands. As she drifted off to an uncomfortable sleep due to the hunger gnawing at her stomach, Cinnia imagined hearing Denzel say that h

he said. “I understand and I want to be more understanding but this is business. Where’s Ivy, by the way?” she asked. “She’s with the wedding planner,” he said. “Hey, Lora. I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” Cela said. She finally joined them. “Hi there. Are you okay with your proposed new ending?” Lora asked. “I’m embarrassed to say but I’m still not satisfied with the way I am writing it,” Cela asked apologetically.