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But the price was this endless war, for his mind, for his self, like it was never going to be quiet again. Then , right then, the heavy doors of the medical wing blasted open. Liam stumbled into the doorway, out of breath, face drained pale, like he’d seen something he couldn’t unsee. “Luna,” Liam gasped, pointing hard toward the west, “the fog just broke.” I untangled myself from Dante, fast but careful, and ran to the tall medical windows facing the ocean. My breath snagged. The Emperor of the Old World had arrived.

"Between friends, there's no need for thanks." … When the ship docked, Emma checked into a local hotel to prepare for her upcoming book signing two days later. But she had no idea that a storm was about to strike. On the day of the event, Emma wore a simple white dress and arrived on time at the carefully decorated venue arranged by the publishing house. To her delight, the room was already filled with passionate readers. The moment she appeared, the crowd erupted with excitement. "Emma! I love your books!" "Can you write me a message of encouragement on the title page?"

“I can’t. I have a job interview this afternoon.” “That won’t be happening.” “Don’t say that,” I stammer. “I really want this job.” “Good evening, passengers. This is your captain speaking.” A voice comes through the speakers, and I close my eyes. Damn. “Due to a snowstorm in New York, we’ll be continuing to Boston tonight and staying there. We’ll return to New York early tomorrow morning. We apologize for any inconvenience, but passenger safety remains our top priority.” My eyes meet Bash’s.

He swore, red-eyed, that if I became his consigliere, he'd give me half of whatever empire he built. Now, the turf was secure, the empire was built, and he was terrified I had too much power. He’d rather trust a silver-tongued liar like Lucy, someone he could control, than the partner who’d built it all with him from scratch. It’s always the same story with greedy men in power. “I’ll give you my things. But if you or your goons lay a hand on me, Henry, I can burn this whole place down with you in it. And you know damn well I’m capable of it.”

The static electricity between their bodies hummed at a low, addictive frequency, a silent testament to their joint, absolute sovereignty over the conquered continent. "The first fifty chapters of our empire are officially written, my Queen," Dmitry purred, his molten gold eyes tracking the guards as they began to drag the warlords toward the lower quarries. "The first fifty are only the framework, Dmitry," Natalia whispered, her starlight eyes reflecting the rising afternoon sun as it finally cleared the peak of the Great Divide. "We have an entire continent to teach how to obey, and the Emperor across the sea is already waiting for our arrival."

He reached out and opened the document first. And froze. His eyes widened. He flipped through it again, slower this time, careful. Harbor International. Exclusive contract, no time limit, no restrictive clauses, his heartbeat quickened. “…Impossible.” He stood up abruptly and headed toward the bedroom. “Aurelia!” She had only just fallen asleep. It was nearly 3 AM. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her. “Aurelia, wake up!” Pain shot through her arm as she was pulled awake, and her ankle shifted awkwardly. She frowned, barely conscious. “…What?”

He likes her. I don’t know what the voice is. I don’t know why it shows up sometimes and not others. I call it the love spirit because it only ever comments on people’s feelings, crushes, connections, sparks. Stuff I shouldn’t know. Stuff I can’t explain. And now I’m stuck between them, watching Emily try to pretend she’s not melting and Drake try to pretend he’s not staring at her like she hung the moon. “Um,” Emily says, clearing her throat. “We should… find Raven’s book.”