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He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.

for now. Honey finished hanging the new door and entered the cabin. The package sat on the table, tempting him, but he refused to let his bear's curiosity get the best of him. He wasn't playing her game. She didn't seem to be getting the overall picture, and this entire mating thing was literally for the birds.

As long as they didn’t flaunt it in my face or try to challenge my place, I would choose to let it slide. However, now I saw just how ridiculously naïve I’d been. Love would wear out bit by bit, like a flower that slowly withers without nourishment. Sean’s love for me could no longer sustain my staying by his side, and he left me playing the fool. The tea overflowed and spilled onto the table. Sean caught my hand, as if afraid I’d burn myself. However, I pulled my hand back and gave a faint smile. “Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?”

"Jessica, you haven't been here in ages. She's the new college student who works at our shop—Lucy Lacher. Your husband recommended her." Then she turned toward the girl. "This is your sponsor's wife. Hurry and say hello." Lucy kept her eyes lowered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "H-Hello." I couldn't help laughing. Wasn't she just flaunting herself moments ago, bragging about how someone pampered and spoiled her? Why was she shrinking into an ostrich now? Only then did I finally take the egg tarts she'd been holding out the entire time. I glanced down and frowned.

The thought left a pit in my stomach, and suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore. Later, we all moved to the gazebo out back to hang out and have drinks. Marco and Renzo joined too, blending right in. “Want something to drink, Leilah?” Eloise asked kindly. I shook my head right away. Just the idea of drinking reminded me of that awful night at the bar with Hudson, and I wasn’t about to go down that road again. “Come on, just one drink?” Alison and the others tried to nudge me into it.

Once I was done, I handed it over to Matteo. “What do you mean no?” Ares read the note over Matteo's shoulder. “I'm the Don and no one dares tell me no. You will come with me and that's final.” I scribbled a bigger no, before tossing it at his feet. “Anna, If you would just…” A loud bang cut Matteo off. Sarah yelped out loud, while I fell to the floor. My ears buzzed, but I caught a glimpse of the loud noise.

"The 'home' you keep talking about is a cage where I bled out and cried until I had nothing left. The very thought of that place makes me sick to my stomach." Damian shuddered, his voice a broken whisper. "I can change. I’ll give you all of New York—I'll put the city at your feet—if you just look at me one more time..." "But I don't want your New York. And I sure as hell don't want you." I stood tall, my eyes filled with total apathy, and walked past him into the snow.

I want Don. I hear soft snores coming from Don. He has fallen asleep. I stare at the man I wanted so badly, the ideal man I always dreamed about and yet was too afraid to admit. Don is too good for me and deserves someone better. After I canceled my engagement with Eddie, I wanted to settle my life down first with Leo. The romance wasn't part of the plan, but with Don entering my life and pushing through the walls, I had a barricade to prevent incoming events that could interrupt my goal. But my walls have a hole; something or someone made that hole. And it happened when Don kissed me at Lake Tahoe.

The distant forests. And at the edge of the eastern ridge—a lone figure. A tawny wolf, watching in silence. He didn’t move. She didn’t call out. The wind carried no words, only peace. After a long moment, the wolf turned. Slowly, deliberately. And vanished into the dawn. --- That evening, Grace sat by the fire in the Luna’s quarters, quill in hand, parchment before her. She wrote the final page of her journal: > “Today, Johnson’s Haven opened its doors.

"The things in the villa… Your things… She burned them all. It's for the best… It's all gone now." I didn't turn back. My flight to Elyara was about to take off. This time, my journey was mine alone.