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I sat on the edge of the bed. I held the envelope for a long time before I opened it. His handwriting was exactly as I remembered — precise, deliberate, the handwriting of a man who believed that how you wrote said something about how you thought. My dear Amelia, I am writing this before I know whether you will need it. Your mother tells me that is a strange thing to do. I tell her that knowing you, I should have written it years ago. I pressed my lips together. I kept reading. I have watched you love Sebastian Cole from a distance. I want you to know that I saw it — not the version you showed the world, which was always careful and appropriate, but the version underneath it, which was large

The temperature in the room dropped until the breath of the two women came out in ragged white plumes. "Serene," Finn, the youngest, whispered. He was at my side in a heartbeat, his touch as cool as a deep-sea spring. He lifted me with an effortless strength that made Damien’s 'lethal elegance' look like a child’s play-acting. "We are here. The abyss has come to claim its due." "Get away from her!" Amelia screamed, her vanity overriding her instinct for survival. She lunged toward Finn, her vampire fangs bared. "That creature is a stain on our—"

“It doesn’t want to open. It wants someone to open it.” Amelie closed her eyes. “Of course,” she murmured fearfully. “What?” Selene asked. The sorceress rushed to a bookshelf, pulled out three books, opened them on another table, and began flipping through the pages with desperate speed. Bless stood beside her, reading over her shoulder. Nora, who had arrived shortly before with Aila under the twins’ protection, turned pale as she looked at the projection. Aila was weak, her silver hair falling across her face, her hands clasped with those of Isaiah and Isaac. The fairy girl, the Living Oracle, raised her head toward the door, and her eyes turned completely white.

“Hold up. What do you mean two mates? You have another mate apart from me?” I wasn’t jealous, not even close. What bothered me was the thought that if the other mate could help break the curse, then I wouldn’t get paid. My mansion, my luxury car, my designer wardrobe, all of it could vanish if that other mate agreed to give her blood for free. No way. That couldn’t happen. The seer turned to look at me, her eyes glowing faintly again. “Her name is Amelia.” My jaw dropped slightly. Then I laughed, a cold sarcastic laugh that echoed through the room.

And Brandon… is he okay? Me — He’s confused, numb. I wanted to be with him, but he asked me not to come. He didn’t want people blaming me for Amelia’s death. Serah — He’s right, Mia. That’s a heavy situation. But you did the right thing by staying away for now. Just pray for him. That’s the best you can do at the moment. Things will settle eventually. Me — I hope so. Oh, and I forgot to tell you something… Serah — Is it something good at least? I could really use some light news right now.

Maybe he need to ask about it. "Well yes, last night when I got home I decided to look for more information about Tessa and this Satyrne. I found nothing until I found the book hidden far back in the library. It is about Deities. It states that when one of the Deities are sent to earth that the chosen one would rule over all species. In some of the written notes it also states that if someone is blessed like Tessa is she is a direct descendant of a godess. Only then the person will be strong enough to handle the power bestowed upon them" The room falls completely quiet and all eyes falls on Tessa, looking pale after hearing all of the information. "But how?" She whispers, but no one can give

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

If they would just stop talking behind her back, asking if she could be trusted, if she were worth it. The whispers were louder today Since yesterday when Serena had come across that blasted prophecy in the pack’s archaic scrolls. She’d been in the library, hunched over dusty tomes with Ellie, when she’d come across it: a faded passage about a wolfless omega who would save or destroy the pack, chained to an alpha by a bond stronger than fate. Serena had come to me, her face white, her voice uncertain as she read the words to me. “The wolfless owner, marked by the moon, Shall bear through the tempest alone. Her decisions will either reunite the fractured or destroy the pack for good.” She’d l

Veynor’s soldiers. Serenya’s blood turned to ice. She looked at Kaelen, still weak, unable to stand, then at the healer, her amber eyes blazing with calm fury. “We can’t fight them,” Serenya whispered. “Not like this.” Isolde’s hand brushed over the relic, her fingers glowing faintly as it flared once more. “Then you will not fight. You will flee.” The relic’s light poured into the chamber, brighter than the dawn outside, wrapping Serenya in a cocoon of silver fire. She gasped, clutching Kaelen’s hand as the world dissolved around them.