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Once again, Adaline shook her head. Adaline tried to stand up, but her knees felt too weak. Without being asked, Altezza helped her. The man carried her back into the room and sat her down on the bed. "My bag," Adaline requested, pointing towards where she kept her bag. Altezza frowned, but he did as Adaline asked. Adaline handed him a small blue-covered book. Altezza's forehead furrowed even more. "What's this?" he asked, confused. Without waiting for an answer, he slowly opened the book. A black and white photo and the doctor's writing greeted his eyes. "This...?" Altezza stared at the book, then at his wife in turns.

I look at her with a confused expression, "Did you not see a woman attached to his arm at the mall? He even brought her back here! What kind of decent person brings their mistriss home when their wife is still there? Disgusting." Hestia pauses for a moment and then sighs, "I should go and bring back more cookies." I nod and watch as she leaves, hearing the click of the door behind her. I swear I could hear Anthony's laugh downstairs and it drives my heart rate back up. I stand and turn on the tv, turning it up loud enough to drown out any other kind of noise. I take a deep breath and lay down on my bed, looking at the tv but not paying attention to what is on the screen.

Silent tears flowed out as I dipped lower in the mattress. My headache had finally resided by the time I woke up. The curtains were drawn on the window and it was already dark outside. I stared out at the moonless night beyond as my heard wrapped around the reality. Sighing inaudibly, I turned around and saw Adeline hunched over her study table, her nose poking into a book. She was really engrossed into whatever she was reading. Getting off the bed, I tiptoed toward her. As my shadow fell over her book, she turned around, "Oh, hi, you are finally up." Putting the bookmark inside the page, she continued, "How is your headache?"

But then, without warning, a sleek black SUV pulled up to the edge of the gathering, and all eyes turned to watch as Adeline stepped out of the vehicle. She was a vision in white, her gown shimmering in the fading light of day. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of flames, and her bright green eyes sparkled like emeralds in the evening light. Her smile lit up the entire scene, and she looked like an angel, descended from heaven to bless the gathering with her presence.

“M-Me?” Adeline stuttered, shaking her head. “What? Do you see anyone else claiming to be me?” I snapped. “Go on, start. I’ll also start, I have nothing to hide.” I sat down and began sketching, Since I recently finished a bridal collection, I drew inspiration from that and focused. The silence in the hall was heavy, but Adeline’s limbs must have felt heavier since she leaned against the wall, unable to reach for the sketchpad that had slipped down a while ago.

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *

Enjoy your day guys Adeline came out from a supermarket. She was holding the supermarket nylons on her both hands and also carrying a handbag. She was overloaded, just rushing to her car so that she could offload them. She came to do shopping, and stock her house. “It’s Prey that would be calling. Let me offload all these, and call her back” she said as she heard her phone ringing.

Without a word, he held it out to me. My brows furrowed. “What’s this?” “Open it,” he said simply. I hesitated for a moment before untying the ribbon. When I lifted the lid, my breath caught in my throat. Inside was a gown—sleek, elegant, and impossibly beautiful. Midnight-blue silk that shimmered like liquid glass under the light. It was soft and cool beneath my fingers, almost too perfect to touch. “Andrew…” I whispered, unable to hide the awe in my voice. “It’s—”

Miyal's hand hovered over the etched sigil on the heavy iron door. Perfera. Who are you truly? He pressed his palm to the glyph. It throbbed — once, then cracked open like a dying breath. The scent within was dust and bloodroot ink. Piles of parchments. Scrolls concealed in iron tubes. Books bound from monsters unknown in generations. He lit a lantern and acted quickly. His time was short. He opened the first book. Genealogies of Bloodlines in Exile. The Spade crest — a serpent eating its tail — was emblazoned on the spine.

At this point, I regret telling Damon to take another car- he'd help me even if I didn't ask him to. Perhaps I look miserable, or maybe it's the constant hissing, but finally, Zeno had enough. He lets out a loud groan and glares at me. "Do you need any help there, Alpha Hades?" Is it weird that his tone kind of turns me on? Just like the look in his eyes? Maybe it's because of the strange effect this tiny Alpha has on me, but all I want to do is tease him. I drop the old bandage on the seat next to me and wiggle my eyebrows, "What kind of help, my dear wife?"