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Not! Emmy patted her chest and took a deep breath out, "Thank goodness, I haven't lost my heart. I'm so scared!" Just as she thought of that, her phone buzzed again. It was Sarah's other message. "If you're uncertain about what I said before, the most direct sign is that his emotions will affect your mood." Emmy, "!!!" It was exactly what she had just experienced! All of Emmy's emotions and quick temper were caused by Vince's expressionless face. Upon realizing that, Emmy threw her phone away. Sitting there in a daze, she was stunned.

~~Niccolo Amoretti~~ There are very few things I’ve done in this world that could be called reckless. Emotional. I can count them on one fucking hand. I don’t usually let my emotions get the better of me. Mostly because I rarely feel anything strongly enough for it to matter. Anger, joy, frustration—they usually pass through me like a breeze through an open window. Brief. Forgettable. But this time… this time was different. This time I was enraged to the point of seeing red.

“Both.” I stare down at my hands resting over the blanket. “Physically?” I murmur. “Like I got hit by a truck.” That earns me a soft huff of laughter. “But emotionally” My voice trails off. Because how do I even explain this feeling? This strange mixture of fear and grief and anger and relief all tangled together inside me. “I don’t know,” I admit quietly. Kumba watches me carefully. “You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.” His voice is so gentle it almost breaks me.

I sit atop my throne, the same one I spilled blood over all those years back, my crown sitting between my upper legs. I'm in the same room as all the other dreams I've been having. Anger; sadness; but most evident; betrayal burns deep in the back of my throat, such extreme emotions making smoke emerge from all around me. What would cause me to feel such passionate emotions? Why would these emotions cause smoke to appear?

Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

You can hold your own against Immortals. Shivering against the chilled air, we wait for the door to open, to reveal whatever darkness lays beyond. I know enough about the Moon Goddess’s mate to fear him. His power is frightening, because it can change one's emotions, making them make a decision they have no control over, and even worse, you don’t realise that you shouldn’t be making that decision. We could walk in here and leave having done something we cannot remember. The moment the door starts to open, Thought is talking. “What do you need help with?”

It's not like anyone would care about how he truly feels. He sighs and doesn't reply. " it's okay to say that you are not fine, " Oren says and jerks Ace shoulders, so he looks into his eyes. Ace's eyes are crammed to the brim with tears, a blink and it will rain. Oren's hard eyes soften, he pulls Ace in a crushing hug. It's warm. The hug is warm, it's Ace's first warm hug, a hug that he craved from his mother. He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks.

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But the neutral expression on Hunter's face is not helping. Umm..now what? ________________

Her face showed no emotions. Penelope's mouth hung open. She had not expected her to say such kind of thing. "I didn't mean..." She was cut off Marissa "I'm not sitting here to listen what do you mean and what you don't. I just want that work done. If you are not willing to do it tell me now." She curtly said.