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I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years. Even the darkest places eventually see the light.

His hand struck my face so hard that blood started trickling from the corner of my mouth. Waiters and customers all around us stopped and stared in shock. They glanced at Edwin, who was dressed in fancy clothes from head to toe, and then back at me. Whispers and looks of judgment started to spread. Edwin was just as surprised by Matthew's sudden slap. He wrapped his arms around me, his face full of worry. I saw Edwin's hands ball into fists, ready to fight back, but I held him back with a calm hand. "Matthew, always playing the innocent party, huh? Why don't you tell them about the time you brought your pregnant girlfriend home on Christmas Eve and left me alone in the snow? That's when we l

"Can I return it? No receipt, but maybe store credit?" He actually snorted. A real sound. From Rivener. She stared at him. "Did... did you just laugh?" "No." "You totally did! That was absolutely a laugh!" "It was an exhale." "With tone." Rivener leaned closer, fingertips brushing hers as he tapped the map. The contact was soft. Unintentional. Maybe. It still sent a warm spark up her arm. "We'll go here at sunset," he said, pointing to a forest clearing marked with a crescent. "It's where the barrier between the physical and the spectral thins. The Sentinel may appear again."

The nursery lights steadied. Then the sun rose at midnight. Ra's boat had arrived over New York. A voice like noon over desert temples filled the world. WITNESS? NO. The windows turned gold. The old sun looked down. I REQUIRE WORSHIP.

*Winter* I sat on the edge of the small cliff overlooking the river, the water glistening below like a thousand flickering stars embedded in a silken sheet. As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, the air grew cooler, and whispers from the stream intertwined with the breeze, wrapping around me like a familiar melody. They were no longer mere sounds; they were voices. "Winter," they seemed to call, "do not fear the shadows." If only I could believe them.

The hand on Chloe’s neck didn't move for a long beat. Marcus’s thumb remained anchored against her jaw, his warmth a heavy, contrasting pressure against the chill of the penthouse. Then, his fingers slid down her shoulder, slowly dropping back to his side as the weight of her words settled between them. The late-afternoon sun hit the shattered glass on the office floor, throwing sharp, broken reflections across the walls.

I said quietly. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me. “What?” Xavier’s hand found mine again. I pointed toward the window, the forest beyond. Where the trees were swaying. And it wasn’t just from the wind. “How many are thry?” Falcon had her phone out. Already calling for backup. My father’s voice was barely a whisper. “All of them.” The lights went out completely. And in the darkness, I heard a voice, multiple voices speaking as one. “Little moon child. We’ve been searching for you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

It is January so it is immensely cold in New York with a temperature of 28°F. The waiter approached us handing us the menu. We didn't look at the menu knowing what to order. The waiter came back smiling with how fast we decided what to order. He is probably new because he couldn't recognize us. "Can I know your order now, beautiful?" speaking directly towards me while undressing me with his eyes. Isabel snorted finding this amusing. I sneered at her. "Yes, I wanted pancakes with blueberries and whip cream with bacon strips and to make the eggs scrambled. A hot caramel macchiato with water please."

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