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Something about it makes my guard rise. "Whatever you want to say to me, you can say in front of everybody. There is no need to hide anything." Tristan looks at Carlos warily like he wants to ask him to step out, but he just sighs and takes a seat. "Very well." He's about to start speaking when suddenly, Drake enters the room with a fancy china tray full of tea and pastries. He looks at Tristan as though he's offended that he's even here, but he just sets the tray down and sits down next to Carlos.

Before I could say a word, Tristan leaped into the pit, to help Zackary free Quinn from the debris, without knowing that Tyler was about to free himself. As I began to scream to them, “Watch out!” Tyler rose from the Debris, with a vengeance, moving straight towards Tristan, throwing his body across the pit like a rag doll. Before his eyes moved to Zackary who was still trying to dig out Quinn, knowing that it would only be moments before he had his hands on her, I leaped into the pit straight towards him, as I shifted in midair, landing right in front of him.

It looked more medieval than modern and it smelled of tanned cowhide. “I’ve used similar kits, but this is brand new. I don’t share toys between girls. There’s too much of a health risk.” He opened the lid slowly, watching her eyes for her reaction as he removed the top tray, to reveal a second one hiding beneath. She looked at the many objects neatly organized, within the dark purple velvet lining, and frowned.

Dravyn stared at him briefly and walked away, leaving the house. "Bye, cousin," Tristan said from behind him, but Dravyn never turned back. Dravyn entered his car and drove out of the Woods mansion. His arm hurt, but he still managed to drive. When he got to his house, he remained inside his car for a moment. His arm was throbbing fast and aching intensely, but he didn't look at it; he just stared at the wheel, his head resting against the car seat. Then, his phone buzzed.

They were filled with shock and awe, unable to comprehend the extent of Adrian’s terrifying power. Adrian’s eyes gleamed with a flash of golden light. "This void holds a terrifying force trembling beneath it." At that moment, the fractured space revealed a large, eerie formation. Adrian was stunned. This was clearly no ordinary formation. "This is the Draco Trap Formation!" he exclaimed. The Draco Trap Formation was an ancient and powerful trap, said to be capable of ensnaring nine dragons at once. Adrian hadn’t expected to find such a formation here, and his surprise was evident. The complexity of the formation explained his reaction.

Apparently not knowing what to do. Ynaria looked for something around the room, then she picked up the vase on top of the drawer. Slowly Ynaria walked towards where Trist was as its kept punching Paul in the face. Though Ynaria was trembling with fear, she bravely slapped the vase on Trist's mound. Trist quickly collapsed because of what she did, but she wasn't convinced Trist had fainted because she knew her could still commit a crime. So Ynaria hit the vase on Trist's head again.

I glance up momentarily, and I see Tristan! Leaping up, I stub my toe so hard I'm bleeding all over the floor. But I don't care. I take the television off mute, then press rewind. Trey Diego and Gloria Vasala are selling The Black Corporation and The Black Corporation International for two trillion dollars. Although Trey and Gloria are the CEOs and spokespeople, I see Tristan in the back. I record it, pause it, then take photos of him. Paralyzed, I stare at his paused image in the back of this crowd for hours.

TRACY Concentrating on the lines of code on my monitor, I tried to tune out the low hum of the open-plan office. My progress on the data pipeline was solid, but a shadow fell across my desk before I could finish the latest string. I looked up to see Clara standing there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression was a mix of boredom and sharp, focused resentment.

"Let him in. Under truce. We hear all sides." The hall doors creaked open, and Draven limped in, supported by two loyalists. His once imposing frame was battered, violet eyes shadowed by pain, a deep slash across his chest bound with rags. Blood crusted his fur in patches where he'd partially shifted for the march. Chains no longer bound him , instead, he carried the weight of his wounds like a badge. He stopped at the table's edge, surveying us with a twisted smile. "The triad's folly brings us here. I warned of the cataclysm. Now your spawn confirms it."

We finally sat in the car and Arya decided to be our driver. After a long drive to the other side of the city, we were finally standing outside the woods. I picked up my phone and asked Ethan to come and pick us up. The radio in our car was still on with Sia’s Cheap Thrills playing at full volume. Well, we needed distraction from the empty road and dense woods on both sides. I had no idea this place would seem this scary after 6 pm. “When will Ethan be here?”, Anna asked looking around. “Are you sure we are at the right place?”, Arya seemed petrified.