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He hurt me, I had to remember this. I strengthened my resolve and informed him I did not feel the same. I wasn’t totally convinced but I had to remember this was just a dangerous game and I could not fall for him. My body had to be lying. I told him I wasn’t interested in being a pawn for some power play, nor was I willing to give away my power to any man. I told him I am not looking for a mate and did not believe he was mine. I watched as confusion appeared on his face and then his eyes dimmed. It was all I could do to stick to my resolve and not run into his arms when I saw how the light left his eyes. This was a visible pain that washed over Drake just before the ache in my chest began.

He asked worriedly. I shook my head and explained to him. “My back pain is killing me right now, it’s the side effect of being pregnant,” I said. He nodded looking in relief that it was not serious or whatsoever. Then we heard a yelling voice from downstairs, both of our foreheads creased and we looked confused. Tobi walked by my side downstairs when we got downstairs, we heard this yelling voice from the outside. “What’s going on outside?” Tobi asked the guards. “There’s someone named Calvin on the gate, asking for Miss Andrea. According to him, it’s important and that it’s about school work.” the guards said.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

I silently thank the Goddess that I kept my thin shirt on last night, too exhausted to pull it off. I notice a scroll on the ground close to my feet. I pick it up, and unfold it carefully, revealing precise, looping penmanship: ‘Step into Trial number three, Where shadows dance and none are free. In forest depths, you now remain, Where strength and wit may bring you gain. The bands you seek are high and bold, Taken from hands now growing cold. Collect the most and rise with pride, Or leave with nothing, cast aside. The final game begins today— Only nine are left to play.

"I can't fight Miller if I'm using public towers. I need a private server, something old-school. Something that hasn't been updated in a decade." "I know a place," Enzo said. "But it’s a graveyard. The old Cavallo server farm in Gary, Indiana. It was decommissioned before you even joined the family. It’s a tomb of iron and dust." "It’s perfect," I said. "If it's disconnected from the main grid, Miller can't see me coming until I've already tripped the wire."