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she said, raising her voice so others would hear, “did your boyfriend dump you? Or did Werewolf Aviation drop you first?” Another woman stepped forward. “Maybe both,” she said. “I heard she was dismissed from the program.” “I heard she ruined her own aircraft,” another added. Camille smirked and tapped the model on display beside us, the Aurora X-97. The model I created. “This thing?” she said. “People say you slapped it together with old scraps. A knockoff. Cheap work. A disgrace to the Bureau.” I felt my hands clench slowly at my sides. I was getting angry, I wanted to speak, but I stopped.

"This is an actual biography" "Are you that happy?" Carter smirked. "Happy is an understatement" she chuckled and shoved the iPad in his face. "Woah!" Carter exclaimed with a low chuckle. "This has my face and information! It'll be printed and bought by several hundreds- even thousands of people!" "You'll be famous" Carter stated and Paisley shook her head.

Their conversation paused as the women entered. Aurora focused on the tray. Bottles. Ice. Glasses. But then—she looked up. And saw him. The man in the middle turned slowly, a half-smile curling his lips as if he'd sensed her long before she walked in. Kyram Vladimir. Younger than the rumors. No more than thirty. His features were sharp and clean, with pale blue eyes that burned too cold to be innocent. He had the kind of beauty that hurt to look at—high cheekbones, neatly trimmed beard, and a mouth that curved like it belonged on a darker story.

He had claimed that I'd have a poor relationship with my family, and that my blessings in this lifetime would be few and far between. I had been too young to understand what the fortune teller meant, but Hamish had chuckled in agreement. "Yes, Damian doesn't have much luck in this life." The first part of my life seemed to echo the fortune reading, but I never believed such things. Later on, I'd married Yvonne, and we had Anna. I was even more convinced that I was blessed and the fortune reading was false. It wasn't until that day that I understood that some things couldn't be forced.

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But Olivia grabbed my jaw to turn me back to her with a raised brow. “I-I thin…k so.” “We have, lovely,” Madeline filled in for me. “The only condition is she doesn’t discuss it with her family, though you would be the exception to that.” Olivia grinned. “Great. So, as it turns out, the Yehudas are far more powerful than we thought. I will be claiming my money for that bet later, Fredrico, but they span quite far and have infiltrated this country, too.” “Infiltrated sounds a bit…”

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She definitely did her research on us. “Well,” Triston placed a smile on his lips, “My beautiful wife, Iris, isn’t some breeder, but when god is willing, we will make some.” We will never have children. I knew that. He knew that, but at least he would never embarrass me in public. We continued to make our rounds, Triston handling most of the speaking. Most of them were his distant family, wondering how business was, what was going on at the business, money-related topics. Stuff that bored me to hell and back. On times, I would speak, and I was asked once again why I looked so pale, vampire-like… And why did we have no children? Understandable. Most of them were old-fashioned, so why would T