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“Things. I see…I have my mate too. We do things sometimes.” Elara’s head tilted. “Oh, you never mentioned her.” “I have not claimed her yet. She is human though so she does not know what I am or what a mate is.” “And you’re fucking her?” Elara asked, a sympathetic expression on her face. “That must feel horrible.” Silver chuckled bitterly. “Tell me about it. But once this is over, I am going to go serenade her. She is married though so she would have to dump that bald guy–”

The thought sent a cold smile spreading across her face, a smile that hid a deadly intent. With a cold determination, Elise turned and walked away, her long blonde hair swinging behind her like a golden cloak, its soft rustle echoing through the silent hallway. Her mind was already spinning with schemes and strategies, her heart burning with a fierce resentment that seemed to sear her very soul. Emily may have won this small battle, but Elise was far from defeated. The war was far from over.

I turned, and a wolf stood a few paces away. Isa. Her silver-gray fur shimmered in the strange light. Her eyes, sharp and golden, locked with mine. She was bigger than I had ever seen her, taller, proud, alive in a way that made my heart race. “Isa,” I breathed. “You’re here too?” Always, her voice rang in my head, deep and steady. I am you. I am the part that fights when you are tired. The voice that growls when you want to give up. I did not leave you, even when you bled. I never will.

"And he is handsome. My husband would forgive me for saying so." Elsie lifted her head, glaring at them. "Are you all trying to make me feel better or worse?" "Better, obviously," Hecate said. "We are just pointing out the silver lining." "There is no silver lining," Elsie said, standing abruptly. "If you are not going to help me, then do not stand in my way." She turned and walked toward the door, her steps quick, her heart pounding. "Elsie," Nyra called after her. "Where are you going?"

Almost sad. "Be careful with her," he said quietly. "She might be dangerous” "How?" "Do you? Because I don't think you understand what you're getting into. Silver isn't like the other girls you've been with. She doesn't play games. She doesn't pretend. When she cares about someone, she cares deeply. And if you hurt her—" "You'll what?" I snapped. "Threaten me? Expose me? Please get some sleep.” I brushed it off lightly.

"I can't! I don't know how to control it!" He reaches me despite the magical pressure, pulling me against his chest. "Breathe with me. In and out. Focus on my heartbeat." I press my ear to his chest, matching my breathing to his. Slowly, the silver light fades. Everyone unfreezes, stumbling. "She attacked us!" someone shouts. "It was an accident," Byrde says, but I can see the fear in their eyes now. Real fear. "Perhaps," the eldest council member says slowly, "we should discuss this more privately."

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

THIRD PERSON's POV Silver slid under the duvet with her. The air was full of tension, silence was making it worse. "What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, worry written all over her face "Look at her," Silver peered down at her and placed the back of her hand against her cheek, ''Her skin is cold. Her lips are turning blue. We can't let her die. She's our friend." "I've talked to mom. The book is the only solution." Elizabeth said, flickering her gaze out of the window. The night was dark, with no star, no moon.

she screamed covering her mouth, jumping up and down happily. on the left heel there was another note and this one read: hey love, good evening like i promised i want to make it up to you. meet me in the garden for dinner. your love lewis. elsie put on the heels and admired herself in the mirror, tears were already starting to well up her eyes. but they were not of joy no. guilt. it was not easy to go past what she had done the previous night not when lewis was there rewarding her promiscuity. she did not deserve every last bit of good things he was doing for her. elsie sat there in her dress and called the one person she could talk to. and not bella this time.

Edward had taken care of everything—private doctors, nurses, recovery plans that cost more than we’d ever dared to imagine. Still, she looked small today. Fragile. But when her eyes met mine, they shone—wet., bright, overwhelmed with something close to disbelief. She watched me the way you watch something precious you’re afraid the world might take back,. “You look beautiful, mija,” she whispered. For the third time. I turned toward her, the weight of the dress settling around me—ivory silk, gold thread catching the light,. Elegant. Subtle. Safe. Hayes-approved.