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Which meant whis body probably wasn’t someone important, but then suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories crashed into my mind. Names. Faces. Fragments of scenes. My eyes widened, “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” I knew this story, it was a ridiculously popular romance novel, the kind filled with dramatic love triangles and overly perfect characters. The title was painfully cliché. “The CEO and His Beloved Clara.” Of course. Just hearing the name made me sigh, the heroine of the story was Clara Bennett. Bright pink hair, shimmering red eyes, the kind of cheerful, innocent girl who could melt anyone’s heart within seconds.

“Babe, relax. I'll be right back with your dinner.” Taesha's slowly opened her eyes, taking in the beautiful table arrangement, with it's fresh lilac and dark purple and white flowers in the center. It also had two long stems lit by dark purple candles. Soft music played in the background. The lights were softly dimmed, setting the right mood for his planned romantic evening. Taesha could not believe this whirlwind surprise. First, Dexter is her husband, and they live in this beautiful home. Taesha thought, 'he is intriguing in every sense of the word.'

I’d promised myself I wouldn’t give into Hael, yet the moment he set those dark eyes of his on me and showed me a smidgen of care, I melted in his hands. It was time to channel my inner bad bitch and show Hael just how addicting touch could be—and how relinquishing your control for even a few fleeting moments could be the drug you never knew you needed. All of the steamy romance novel’s I’d read should’ve prepared me for the real thing, but they hadn’t. My mind was blank, a slate wiped clean as I slid off the bed and approached Hael with slow, cautious steps. Like the predator he was, he watched my every move. Slowly, his eyebrow lifted.

I quickly to finish my shift, anticipating to tell Maya, all I just encountered. That night, I don’t go straight to bed. I need to breathe. Think. Burn her face out of my mind. So I sit on Maya’s bed, legs curled under me, the necklace clutched in my fist like a lifeline. “She was there,” I murmur. “In his hallway. Wearing perfume that could knock out a grown man.” Maya pauses mid-scroll. “Wait—who?” I glance up. “Some… ex. Or ghost. I don’t even know. She looked like a magazine cover, Maya. And she knew Damien. Like, knew knew.”

I had seen a lot of books in Romeo's office and that meant he loved reading, but something in my gut told me this was not okay. The book on his table caught me, I hastily grabbed it and it was clear, it was Carina's new release. Her name was engraved on the cover and the title of the book, 'Desiring Aros' I flipped through the pages. I had read the story when it was in her first draft so I knew it. It was her novel. "Why?" I breathed. "How do you know her?" I asked a stupid question. For a lover of books, he would know her.

I leaned my back on the counter and breathed in and out, then started talking. “Alright, so, just as I wrapped up from work today, I got a call from Liam telling me to meet him at his parents' house for a, should I say, emergency dinner,” I began, making sure to add air quotes when I said emergency dinner. “I was shocked and didn’t exactly want to go, but hey, what choice did I have? Besides, the call came from his mother, so I believe it was just Maria being her overly hospitable self wanting to see us, as neither Liam nor I have been over at the house in a while. I get there and everything is going fine. We’re having dinner and conversing and Maria even pulls out a Cartier box and hands it

A small smile tugged at her lips as she got up and walked over. Running her fingers along the spines, she realized with surprise that they were all romance novels. For a moment, she wondered why Liam had chosen romance for her? She had expected mysteries or something darker. After scanning the titles, her hand paused on one. She pulled it out gently. Whispers of the Forgotten Moon by Evelyn Hart. Carrying it back to the bed, she curled up against the pillows and opened the book. Caleb stepped out of the car as he quickly opened the door for Liam, who came out and strode past him without sparing a glance, as he walked straight into the house.

“Yes, I have… the flight went fine.” “Oh, good. And is Halle behaving? she's there too?… do you want me to put your dad on?” Alix stretched her arm across the table, thrusting the phone toward me. I snatched it from her hand. “Hi, Mum.” “Hey, Halle… what are you doing at Charles place? That dinner was supposed to be a romantic reunion for the two of them!” “Mr. Damon invited—” I started, a migraine threatening to form.

This time about her loving caring husband. Hera stayed a moment in hopes of getting more details. When none were given she gave a small huff and wandered off to the bathroom muttering something about fixing her makeup. Alone, Novalee stared at the roses. There had to be three dozen of them, deep red and perfect, their scent sickly sweet. There was a card. Her hands shook as she pulled it from its envelope. **In gold script: "Until next time, little star. - D"**

“After everything I’ve done to bring you back.” The Hallow should be towering by now. It should be strong enough to step into the daylight, to reclaim what was once its domain. This town was built on its bones, its power, its hunger. The founders understood that. They fed it. Honored it. Feared it. But fear has faded in Hallow’s Edge. And I intend to restore it. I step deeper into the market chaos, unseen, unnoticed. People are still shaken from the surge, Raven Warren’s surge. The girl is unconscious in Emily Connor’s arms, Noah hovering over her like a guard dog. Grace Connor is checking her pulse. Liam is scanning the woods.