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“She’s stunning.” Lucien’s gaze didn’t move from mine. “She’s mine.” The words weren’t for me, but they sank deep in a part of my mind anyway. Later, as the bag was handed to me, I caught the boutique clerk sneaking a picture of us on her phone. I turned to Lucien and waited for him to say something, but he simply looked away and acted like she didn't exist. “You’re leaking this?” I asked as we left, the bag of clothes in his hand.

“You like attention? Here.” She turned the screen toward Lucien. It was a video. Mira, she was drunk and tangled in the arms of a man who was not Lucien. It was at the Lycan King’s birthday. Clear as daylight. Lucien stared at the screen. He looked really mad. “You think I came here empty handed?” Leila said, her voice cold. “I decided to keep this secret. Thought you two weren’t worth my time. But now?” “How dare you!” Mira snarled.

I roll my eyes inwardly. Anyone who sees her now would think that was her throne and she is the queen. Well technically, she is. Imogen is currently the queen of the lycans where my father came from. Her long, beachy waves cascaded down her round breasts looking firm beneath her glittery midnight blue evening dress. The wrinkles on her face were barely visible, and I knew it was the power of make-up that did it. Her style and the way she clothed herself as time passed changed to an extent where people around her would often mistake her as a woman in her mid 20's.

"Tomorrow is soon enough to find out. Meanwhile we need to get to bed. Tomorrow comes really early, especially with the horses to attend to before anything." Lexie undressed and slipped on the long white gown Killian had given her for the cold nights. "Although I figure I'll be able to keep you warm enough," he teased when he handed her the package. She twirled slightly for him, showing it off. "You look like a snowflake," he teased. "Is there such a thing as a pregnant snowflake?" She stood sideways to the mirror, checking her profile, holding her hands beneath the teeny tiny baby bump.

Lucille almost lost her breath laughing because of Judiel. "Shut up, I am just kidding. You are the most handsome guy I've ever seen, okay?" Judiel just stared at her so she laughed even more. The two began to travel when Lucille told him where they were going. While not yet arriving at the destination, Lucille was asleep and whenever the car stopped due to traffic, Judiel looked at Lucille. It is true that Lucille is so beautiful, her face is so gentle that Judeil will think that Lucille should not be neglected, should not be hurt and hurt by anyone. Judiel finds Lucille as a fragile glass that must be protected but in all Judiel's thoughts, he doesn't know that Lucille's personality is dif

Lucy squeals in fear. "What promise?" Sienna questions. "No… please…" Lucy stutters and the scent finally hits Sienna. Muffins? She is holding a tray of muffins. "Why are you with a tray of muffins?" Sienna bares her fangs at the shivering maid. And at last, Lucy loses it. She speaks. "I'm sorry Mistress Sienna but Madam Imelda made me promise not to tell. These are the m-muffins Isadora made and I am to deliver it to the lord."

I enjoyed the change of scenery. I acquired a book of simple spells that I had wanted to get for the Mage Library. The last copy got destroyed in a fight between a couple Mages. I also picked up a book on the Lucevkin dynasty that Queen Delia had been a part of as well as a book on the night sky. I had wanted to go star gazing but hadn’t had the chance due to my previous duties. Conor picked out several books of his own, but I hadn’t seen what they were about.

"I’m not dying for this! I’m not dying for a company!" But Luc didn't even look at her. He raised a hand, and the floor beneath Vivienne’s feet turned into a magnetic trap. She was pinned to the ground by her own jewelry, the gold and platinum of her necklaces and rings suddenly weighing a thousand pounds. "Vivienne LeClair," Luc intoned. "Primary Instigator. Debt: Unpayable. Settlement: Immediate." The Mid-Point: The War of the Two Heirs Hope fired. The pulse-rifle’s beam struck Luc’s chest, but the white-hot energy didn't wound him—it was Absorbed. He stepped forward, the floor cracking beneath his weight.

“Because he could’ve stopped it. Because he let his empire pick appearances over people. Because he made the choice that killed my sister.” That hit her hard. He’d lost someone too. Not some faceless villain—a person. “And you think a fake marriage fixes that?” she whispered. “I think leverage fixes things,” he said. “One public image, one private leak. Chaos, then cleanup. People bow.” A loud click from the door snapped both their heads up. Lucien stood in the doorway—coat open, hair a bit wild, eyes sharp as blades. He didn’t come in. He didn’t have to.

“Don’t, Lucette. Don’t. You started a panic. You were moaning, lurching around. Some of the other kids thought you were infected for real. That’s why Higgins suspended you until the end of the quarter. He doesn’t want to see either one of us until after New Year; though I suspect he’d rather we not come back at all. He suggested I, oh, how did he put it? Yes. ‘Find a more appropriate placement’ for you. A private academy. Is that what you want? You’d miss all of your friends.” “No I wouldn’t,” Lucette snapped. “I don’t really have any friends. Imogen’s long gone.” That grown up face turned to her again, coinciding with the car ahead accelerating down the road, whisking away its red light. Lu