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So no one would ever dare to stand against Dabria. Evangeline growled angrily at Dabria. The Cerberus family left their seats. As they saw Evangeline standing up against her own daughter. While Dabria didn't even flinch. Zaric jumped on the dining table, growling angrily. He howled loudly at Evangeline. Evangeline's eyes widened. She didn't even know when Zaric's dominating howl made her bow in front of Zaric. She submitted to him without even knowing who it really was. With a wide smile on her face, Dabria stood up and brushed Zaric's golden fur with her fragile fingers. That calmed Zaric down a little. He jumped off of the table and sat down on his chair again. Everyone came back to their

Walking over, I grabbed a piece of paper from the printer and a pen from the penholder. “Here.” “Oh, now? Okay.” Evie looked surprised, but jumped up and started crudely writing directions. “Finished.” She held out the paper for me. Ripping it from her hands, I tried to read it. It was like something a six-year-old would write, but at least things were spelled correctly. “Travis, take her back to her room.” I said in the mind-link. “Fuck…” Travis was going through it. “You are to go back to your room and fucking stay there until Travis gets you for your meeting with Grace on the training fields.”

"Maybe I know when to admit defeat." A shudder coursed down Evie's spine as she murmured. "I guess that's acceptable." I grinned, leaving my cutlass on the ground as I swooped Evie up so she wrapped her legs around my waist. She whimpered as I drew my tongue up the length of her neck, walking backward and up the three stair steps into my cabin.

Yet, she looked at me with amusement, as if she wasn’t standing on the edge of something she couldn’t control. “You’re about to be a piece of art, little Evie,” I murmured, my voice thick with something unnameable. I bet she almost smiled, maybe she even did. I dipped the hand brush into the red paint and pressed it to her back, dragging slow and deliberate strokes C-curve. A heart. A love big enough to hold us both and bind us in ways deeper than flesh. Then came a thick and unyielding blue line down her stomach, a mark of permanence and ownership.

"Sissaye's mind was in a mess, but Zion had already returned to his bedroom." "There was no phone, no computer, no network. He seemed to have returned to primitive times overnight. This kind of idle time was really uncomfortable." "Zion found a piece of A4 paper and a pencil and casually drew something on them. Subconsciously, he drew Evangeline's face." "When he knew that he had the talent to draw, he was shocked. But when he thought of the talent of his grandfather and mother, Mango, he felt relieved." "Looking at the vivid portrait on the drawing paper, the corners of Zion's lips curled up slightly. He couldn't help recalling the scene when Evangeline ripped off his pants."

I declared, determination filling my voice. My uncle smiled, his expression proud. “Then let’s get to it,” he replied, clapping me on the back. “Welcome to Windamere Academy, Evie. Your adventure is just beginning.” As we walked deeper into the heart of the academy, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through me. I was ready to embrace this new world, to learn about my own abilities, and to discover where I truly fit among the dragons, vampires, sirens, and wolves of Windamere. With my legacy as a guide, I was prepared to carve my own path as an Intellect, just like my parents before me.

She pushed the benches further and crossed her legs between the wood, making sure her dress was not caught in the sticks. "Princesses do not sit that way, Young Lady, and I surely did teach you about how to sit, no?" "I'm sorry, but can I please finish this drawing, and I'll sit like a Queen, even a Queen would be envious." She emphasized the word Envious, earning a warning gaze from her mother. Evie picked up another brush, dipping it into the paint and brushing it on her board. Her white canvas was soon to be decorated with a beautiful image of the sky aitst's components.

She climbed onto the bed without hesitation, her childlike gravity a weight Savannah could not resist. “Look,” Eva said proudly, unfolding one drawing after another. Crayon sketches of a family: a woman with long hair, a man with dark eyes, a little girl between them. They stood in a garden, a house behind them, the sky filled with uneven stars. “That’s us,” Eva explained, pointing with her tiny finger. “You used to smile more. You held my hand every night. You told me stories about firebirds and castles.” Savannah stared at the paper, at the child’s sure belief, and the hollow inside her stirred. She saw herself in the drawings—simplified, but familiar. She saw Colton’s outline, Eva’s smile

Not enough that we couldn’t breathe, but it was definitely uncomfortable. I saw a sheen of sweat over Evie’s brow as the entrance became minuscule. The silver ingots began glowing red and green as they lifted up in the air. Just as the entrance closed completely the silver ingots broke into pieces and fell around Evie. She breathed deeply as everything seemed to go completely still and silent. “It’s done.” She started to fall to the ground as my father caught her and held her upright. Soon after Max came running in with a protein bar, some water, and a towel. Drew stood at the doorway looking in at Evie as their father had her drink and eat quickly.

It was like she was going to cry "Come here, come here" I said urging her to come closer for a hug As she leaned in and hugged me, I raised my head up to rest on her back and that was when I saw Drew coming down quietly from the stairs. My eyes widened with the expression that read, "What are you doing????" He couldn't talk so he gestured with his hands that I shouldn't say anything, Evie on the other hand wasn't aware of anything going on as she backed the stairs when she leaned in for a hug.