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When she finishes, she reaches out and grabs my hand. “Don’t make his sacrifice go to waste,” she says softly. “I won’t,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Just know that I will be the one to kill my father with my own two hands.” “Not if I get at him first,” Atticus counters. “I need his heart for something, so I can’t let you destroy it.” “His heart?” I repeat. “Why the fuck do you..." “My memories,” he responds before I can finish. “If I want them back, I have to have his heart.”

I didn’t recognize the scent; however, it had an unexpected calming effect even though I didn’t know who it belonged to. “I just don’t know how she’s going to react to this, between that bastard sneaking across the borders and making it not just to the clearing behind the pack house, but to the sidewalk between the pack house and the hospital… How the hell did he manage to get on our lands, never mind being out in the open long enough to draw TEN moons on the sidewalk in chalk?! And now this block, and apparently the only person who has information, is Atticus, the grandfather of the weasel we can’t seem to catch! Are we sure he isn’t involved in this?” Atlas demanded, his tone was tense and

“My sons and my men are joining you on this war. I’m disappointed in you, Clayton. You should have informed me.” “This is a family affair, Atticus,” Gabriel snapped at him. Atticus turned to Gabriel and shook his head at the man, who he owed his life. “You seemed to forget that we are related by marriage, when your Nana’s brother married my father’s younger sister,” he reminded with slight annoyance. “Or are you just annoyed at me for not minding my own business again?”

“Tell Damien to keep decoding. Every record, every fund, every hidden ledger. When we’re done, the truth won’t just defend us—it’ll define us.” Athens - Temporary Clinic A single bandage crossed Adrian’s temple; monitors hissed faintly above him. He lay half‑awake, listening to the muted rhythm of rain and machines. Hale sat nearby, still running surface scans from a small terminal. “You bought them time,” Hale murmured. “Doesn’t look like Charlotte expected you to survive it.” “She never does,” Adrian said, voice low, steady. “But she’ll change tactics now, she always does when the ghosts start screaming.”

I said “ I will, and I better see you for dinner on Sunday. Don't think I forgot that you skipped last week``.I cringed, knowing that I would be in for it when her excitement wore off. “ Yes, mum, I’ll come by on Sunday. I’ll talk to you later”. She said her final goodbyes and I hung up Jeez, that woman is a handful I took over the Lawson company after my dad Alfred Lawson became bedridden and was diagnosed with a brain tumor, as his first and only son I have to take over the company.

he said not even trying to sound hurt. Now everything is coming together. What are the odds the famous billionaire family's only heir, the cookie thief I met at the grocery store, and the annoying new transfer student who sat on my chair yesterday would be the same person? Oh, also let's not forget the little violation I stumbled upon in the library. Looks like my senior year won't be so boring after all, I can already see myself exchanging unpleasant words every hour with this Roman Masters boy. Furthermore, this explains his attitude ‘rich boy that thinks he can have any and everything he wants’. I honestly don’t care about the goings in his personal life or whether his nannies raised him

“Grandpa, my last name is Knox, not Westfield.” “Then change it to Westfield!” the old man barked, dead serious, his face filled with authority as if he wasn’t joking at all. Atlas: “...” “If you don’t want the Westfields to fall into Augustus’s hands, isn’t Atticus still around?” Atticus was the only surviving member of the second branch. His grandfather, who was also the old man’s younger brother, died of cancer years ago, as did Atticus’ parents. That’s why he became a doctor and was practically raised by the old man himself.

“He’s quite good. He’s left an injury within your father’s body. “It’s not harsh, but it clashes with my practice. I can’t undo it. You can ask your other senior. He will be able to heal your father.” “Really?!” Lincoln was overjoyed. “I’ll contact him right now.” “I shall be leaving then. I’m going to kill my target for this trip to Clouspring.” “Do you need help from the Allens, Atticus?” “No!” Atticus held himself with pride as he said, “After I kill this person, your senior will come and heal your father.

What can someone say to that? "I know that is shocking. Rupert Kincaid had a variety of disturbing ambitions and I was ordered to partake in the plans of bringing those ambitions to life. Please know that while I have committed unspeakable violence I will never harm Karina. I will protect her with my life," Atticus continues and something flashes in my father's eyes before he stands up.

I nod and Hunter looks back at me with an earnest expression. “Since I’m basically like the stable hand, I can help you—” “No,” Atticus interjects. “I can help my own sister mount up; I happen to be a horse rider myself. You can go take your unwanted offers elsewhere and go clean up horse crap or whatever.” Before I even have time to be embarrassed, I feel five fingers latch onto my bicep and Atticus drags me towards the stables. He snaps his fingers to the ground, beckoning for Joshua to follow, and he does.