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Ariana beamed at both of them. "I am the youngest Lawson and I am barely thirty-two years old! Why should anyone call me aunt?" She said flipping her beautiful long hair to the side. Ariana nodded as Bianca playfully pulled Elsie's cheeks. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Your nephew will be getting married before you!" Elsie just shrugged it. "This cousin and I, are barely a few years apart. It doesn't matter. It's not like I am forty-seven! Right Ariana?"

I can't exactly say I had the best of nights last night, but sleeping with the thought of Elsa made half of it bearable. The more she crosses my mind, the more angry I become with myself for acting like a teenager smitten by his crush. It's crazy considering our age difference. I'm not exactly sure of her age, but she shouldn't be more than 25.

"I wasn't sure that was possible in a four-year-old." "Technically they're in the developmental equivalent of toddler stage," Elara said. "The aging is complicated by the supernatural biology." "He's four," Cara said, with the tone of someone who needed to say the number out loud. "Effectively, yes." Elara crouched down. "And Lena."

"It is not trying to crawl in. It already knows how." The room went still. Not quiet and not peaceful, but still. Ryan leaned forward slightly, his focus locked on her. "Explain." Aria pressed her palms together as if she were trying to steady something inside herself. "It is not a creature," she said. "Not really. It is fragments." "Fragments of what?" Caleb asked. She hesitated. "Something old," she said finally. "Older than the kingdoms. Older than the wolves. Older than the witches."

Before I could finish, Elisa said, "When you're both in your cabin or a shared room, you might tell him to close his eyes while you go change or something." Lily and I both turned to her in disbelief. "Are you sure you're just thirteen?" Lily asked, staring at her admirably. Elisa flipped her hair. Definitely a Lily move. "Age is just a number. I watch movies." "Oh my God, she's me. I swear, she's me in a smaller body." Lily chuckled. Elisa had to shrug, as if what Lily said was a compliment. "I'm just saying, you want to surprise your guy? Do it properly. Make him speechless."

Character Profile: Elena 1. Basic Information Full Vampire Name: Elena Vance (originally born Elena Vance in 1956) Apparent Age: 20 years old True Age: 70 years old (turned in 1976 at age 20) Current Role: Sophomore Art History & Literature student at St. Jude University Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (highly fluid, drawn to the soul and beauty of a person, though Maya is her first "love at first sight" obsession)

Elsa "I Armnado Luca, this day reject you, Elsa Roland as my mate" These were the words of Armando, my mate or rather my Ex mate now. It was my twentieth birthday and everything was going smoothly before this happened. Ironically, the party was hosted and organized by Armando unknown to me that he had a hidden agendum. Tears filled my eyes on hearing this and I stared deeply into his eyes and I saw no remorsefulness in him but rather he looked all serious.

Ivy replied, taking her seat. "Let's talk about your drawings again." Chris said with a slight smile. "Elsa's singing inst--" "It was when she was 16." Elsa slammed her wine glass on the table and everyone at the table looked at her, even Jett as he cursed inaudibly under his breath. "Oops, sorry." She giggled, her eyes twinkling with drunken happiness. "Water, Elsa?" "No. As I was saying, it started with her first love. She was so cheesy." Elsa laughed, throwing her head back while Ivy's hand tightened around her wine glass, embarrassed.

🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 EPILOGUE – Ten Years Later VALEN 🦁🦁🦁 The quiet of the nursery was shattered by a high-pitched shriek. My little sister, Elara, with her wild silver hair and eyes that promised endless trouble, launched herself from the changing table. She landed with a thump in a pile of clean clothes, her small arms flailing in the air. “I’m a dragon!” she roared, her voice surprisingly powerful for a six-year-old. She looked utterly pleased with herself, covered in lint and mischief.

“That’s great, Mrs. Ferrer! I badly need a job now--“ “But wait, let me ask you some personal questions first.” “Yes, sure, by the way, do you still need my resume?” “No need. Let me just ask you personally. Please take a sit so, that we can talk comfortably.” “Okay...” “What’s your name?” “Elyse Marie Arcevedo, Mrs. Ferrer.” “Age?” “I’m 28 years old.” “Do you have a husband? Daughter? Or are you single?”