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I asked slowly. Her smile returned. Sharp this time. Almost amused. “Evans,” she said. “Himself.” My eyes widened. “That would be forgery.” “Yes,” she replied smoothly. Her gaze drifted briefly to the envelope in my hands. “They could have taken the fifty per cent and walked away.” Her voice softened. “But greed,” she said quietly, “has a remarkable talent for leading people straight into the traps they deserve.”

“Here you go.” She took the flat package. “Thank you.” Turning around, she saw Lucian had followed her from the kitchen. “What’s that?” “I don’t know.” She peeled open the envelope and laughed as the sleek, stiff cover of a book peeked past the seal. She pulled it out and smiled at the sketch of a Grinch sneering back at her. Lucian frowned as he watched her. “Is that a children’s book?” “Mm-hm,” she answered, still smiling. “It’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”

Where she gets her energy from I'll never know but I'm loving every moment of watching her. The next few hours consist of showers, matching Christmas pyjamas, takeout, sweets, popcorn and a movie called The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I'd never heard of it before but I loved every minute of it and so did Nina. "It's almost 9 pm and way past someone's bedtime." Nina gives me a pouty look before I've even finished talking but it's not going to wash with me. "Can I stay up a ikkle more momma, peas!" She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me.

“What? You’re the one who always chooses the hard way out of everything! I thought I’d suggest the easy way for once.” I swat her arm, but a reluctant smile tugs at my lips. “You’re impossible.” “I know,” she says, still grinning. She leans over and grabs a worn, leather-bound book from the table, handing it to me. “That’s why I stole this for you. It’s about turning into a wolf naturally as a human, without being marked. I think it might help.” I take the book, running my fingers over its cracked cover, its weight unfamiliar but oddly comforting. “Thanks, but I’m not sure I want to become a wolf. Not yet.”

I laughed, sorting the presents in front of the children. “Are all these presents for me?” Kiyah squealed. “Yes, but there are still more to come.” “These children are spoiled,” Dad complained as he filtered in with his own sack of toys. “Back in my day—” “No one gives a damn, honey,” Mom interrupted, accepting hugs and kisses from the children. “Oh, no one gives a damn, huh? I can take these gifts back to the store.” “That means you’re the Grinch, Granddad!” Casey accused.

We lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing. Finally, Elena shifted, carefully lifting herself up and sliding off the double dildo with a wet, heavy sigh. I shivered as the cool winter air hit my empty, aching core. She lay down beside me, pulling the heavy holiday quilt over our tangled, sticky legs. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, Lucian," she whispered, tracing a lazy circle on my chest, "that is certainly one way to spend a Christmas vacation."

“It's the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given to me. Thank you.” “You're welcome,” Blake said. She brushed her lips against his, then took a small gift wrapped in red paper and gave it to Blake. “I saw this in an antique shop…” Nicola murmured, happy and nervous at the same time. He opened it and held his breath. It was a first edition of ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens. “How did you know?” Blake asked, totally bemused. “I saw the collection in your office… And you referred to yourself as Scrooge, so…”

“Brother Stephen can I stay with you, the Grinch is being mean to me and she doesn’t want to play with me” “Who is the Grinch?” Adrian asked Sarah, who gave him a mischievous smile. “The Grinch is my big sister but don’t tell her,” Sarah giggled, causing Adrian to smile. “Nice one kid,” Adrian said as he raised his hand to give her a high five. “Well where is your nanny” Stephen asked smiling at their interaction “She is mean too, please let me stay with you, i will be good, pretty please with cherry on top” the little girl asked.

“So, the single mom woke up the next day to a delivery van full of gifts and a big Christmas tree! Upon asking the men who brought the gifts over, she found out that everything came from her new boss, the same man who brought her and her children to an amusement park the night before. But at the back of her mind, she started to worry again that these presents may have some strings attached…” “The story sounds so familiar,” Siel told her mate with a smile as she watched her children enjoying another storytelling session with Myron and Raquel. “Also, how many bonfires does your pack get to celebrate in a year, anyway?”

The smell of pizza and pine filled the air. It was late, the snow still falling in lazy spirals outside, and every window of the condo glowed gold. The fire cracked softly, our music played low, and Storm was sprawled on a blanket by the tree, amazed by the twinkling fairy lights that reflected off his wide, curious eyes. Beth handed me another ornament from the box, a green Grinch, and a tiny glass moon. “This one goes near the top,” she said. “It catches the light better.”