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She pointed behind Jonas. Everyone turned. And out of the shattered fog, a third figure emerged. Cloaked in shadow. Barefoot. Dripping with black liquid that steamed off her skin. No face. No voice. But unmistakable in aura. Lyla gasped. “The Third Bond.” Shadow-Lyla’s grin faltered. Even Jonas took a step back. Because this one? She wasn’t forest. She wasn’t shadow. She was the missing piece. The one neither Elaine nor fate had planned for.

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

Finn asked, looking at the three on the ground again, and I nodded gently, "Elsie, Valerie, and Derrick were there too, and another woman, though I didn't hear her name or see much of her face. I only snuck past her on the way out. She had long, straight black hair." Both of their faces darkened at that, and Thane sighed deeply, nodding, "I think we can guess who that one is, given these three." Finn nodded agreement, seeming a little uneasy about it. I looked over at them then, feeling kind of ill at the taste of blood in my mouth, and realised that two were very still, while Quentin was in his human form again, looking like he was in agony.

I wanted to throw up. Leaving this place was the only thing on my mind. However, there was some sort of restriction placed on me that forced me to watch this live porn scene. Their moans pierced my eardrums. They had ended up in bed somehow and were in a passionate embrace right in front of my wedding photo with Lori. I tried hard to cover my ears. It lasted for an hour before they were finally done. I watched them coldly as they finished each other off in bed.

She said while she’s starting to develop some sort of enjoyment from Nick’s reaction to her question. What is now happening between these two? Nick is now trapped talking to this older sister and has nowhere else to escape to, Grey doesn’t know where he is at and the other three were back at their table enjoying the drinks they’ve ordered. “Umm... Guys? Where are you?” Grey says as he explores the backside of the vacation house. End of Chapter 38.1

The bomb began its countdown from thirty minutes. "George," I shouted his name. "We can sort this out. Please let them go. This fight is between us." I begged. "Noo," melody cried. "Let's my daughter go," she begged. "Please," she cried. "Your pleadings are all pointless. Wait for your death." George said and started humming my heart will go on by Celine Dion. He had completely gone mad. I looked at my family as they awaited their death. No one was saying anything except for Melody who was crying for her child. Giovanni had lost all hope as he lay on the ground and awaited his death.

After a while, he seemed to be having problems concentrating as my cries only got louder, frustrating him. “Shut up, will you? I’m trying to concentrate here!” he yelled at me. The door burst open, and a young woman with dirty blonde hair and striking facial features rushed in, alarmed by the sound of my sobs. She was stunning, with a slim figure and features that did not match Grey’s own. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that she was his step mother. I heard grey’s mom passed away when he was seven and his father married his mistress immediately after her death. She took in the scene; the devastated look on my face, Grey's cold demeanor, and her expression hardened.

The man says trying to move back in the chair he is chained to. “Grey has a knack for looking in to people minds. He has this ability that has only grew over the years. He is going to look for the woman in your mind so we know who she is.” I tell the man as I lean back in my own chair relaxed. I watch as Grey walks behind the man and puts his finger tips to the man’s temples. He closes his eyes and watch his finger tips glow a light orange color before it stops. Grey’s eyes shoot open as he looks directly at me. He starts shaking his head as he let’s go of the man’s head and steps back a few paces.

Savannah looked toward the darkened skyline. “Where no one knows me.” Sawyer stepped forward. For a second, their breath mingled, a kiss nearly drawn, nearly burned. But he stepped back. “Go.” And she did. As the car peeled into the shadows, Rhett tapped his headset. “Phase three complete. Ghost initiated.” The security cameras flickered back on. But Savannah Cole was already gone.

of the bloodline's most volatile members. "If there is a third sister," Elena realized, her heart hammering against her ribs, "she hasn't been waiting for a crown. She’s been waiting for a target. And Madeline didn't find her because she was never meant to be found. She was meant to be triggered." Elena’s phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't a text. It was a video file. She pressed play. The footage was grainy, night-vision green. It showed the Northwood medical wing in Geneva. The Grey Guard were lying in the hallway, not dead, but paralyzed—their bodies twisted into impossible, geometric shapes.