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“Do fireflies even come in hundreds?” “According to Gavin, yes,” I said with a grin. “And we’re apparently on firefly duty tonight.” The garden glimmered with faint green pinpricks. I remembered chasing them like this with Lyric, how we’d believe they were little spirits or stars that had fallen. She’d swear if we caught one, we’d get a wish. Now, it was Gavin chasing them, his laughter cracking open something in my chest. Tyler held the jar while Gavin danced around him, swinging the flashlight like a sword. “Got one! Wait...nope, that’s just a mosquito.”

I saw Henna follow him, her posture perfect, her face a mask of suburban holiness. They had no idea that while they were at their conference, their "perfect" world had been set on fire. I pulled out the burner phone. “I’m home. I love you,” I typed. As I hit send, I saw the light in Lynn’s room flicker on. She was back in her cage, but for the first time, she knew where the key was. And I knew that Aria was right—the explosion was coming. I just didn't realize that I was the one holding the fuse.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

Chapter 35 Lyla's POV: "Actually." I began, trying to steady my voice. "A few days ago, I overheard a group of people discussing your plans to seal the deal with Le Bronx. They mentioned that you'd be heading to Mexico soon. At first, I wasn’t paying much attention, but then I recognized one of the voices. It sounded familiar, and that made me stop to eavesdrop. I thought that the conversation was something that should only happen on the 15th floor, because amidst the voices, I heard an unfamiliar female speaking."

“Gabe, I am the Sacred Flame. I carry the Sacred Flame within me.” “Very good, Evelina,” an amused voice said with a mock clap. And when I looked at the form standing in the doorway to the dimly lit room I let out a shriek of surprise. Standing before me was Sarah, the very woman who had tried to kill us in my vision. A/n: NEw year's resolution: FINISH THIS BOOK WITHIN 15 DAYS. Also,signups open for my book 1001 Nights with the Lycan King, it is a fairy tale retelling of 1001 Arabian nights . HAPPY NEW YEAR.

She lost herself. "She lost herself, how? I asked him very much if he was interested in the story. "It is well described in the book; you should read it by yourself later, but she went mad and eventually died. Isaac had his backbone severed and died with her. He turned the next page and said, "The next case was Blair. He was the brother of the king, a prince. He read about the tragedy of the first people, so he did not bother revealing it to the human he was mated to. He took another Lycan female to be his mate. But the account included that he never forgot her."

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

"Lyra!" someone yelled, shaking me awake, my hand shot to my neck as my eyes flung open to find myself looking into Lilly's. Her gaze reflected the exact same shade of golden brown as her father, Nael's. "You were sweating and tossing around. I thought you were seizing," Lilly explained, unaware of the inner turmoil I was fighting. There was no way she could know what I had just dreamed about or what she had saved me from reliving again. She didn't know about that night when everything went wrong. She didn't know that the fire magic I wielded had once belonged to her brother, or that I treasured it as much as I treasured Ignatius' memory.

Sweet turned bitter and deep; shallow. Her face puckered as she sleepily fought the nightmare, wishing and hoping it wasn't a reality. But it was. She felt the hand. That same hand with a vaguely familiar roughness trail up her skin beneath her slip. Just like before. Swiftly, her eyes flickered open. Chills coursed through her veins. Her breath caught, the hairs on her neck stood on end as she stared into his eyes in the darkness

**This is Book 4 of the Guardians Next Generation series and Book 8 of the overall Guardian series. References will be made to events in other books and may not be fully explained in this novel. My phone rings unusually early in the morning. “Hello.” “Hey, Leana. Want to go on a road trip to Araphyra with me?” Lily, my best friend for my entire life, asks through the phone.