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she whispered weakly, reaching out, "I feel terrible..." My father immediately returned to her side and grabbed her hand. "Healer!" "The poison hasn't fully cleared. She needs to keep purging," the healer said. "Use the strongest medicine we have," my father ordered. "Okay." He turned back toward me. "Lyla," he said, "this only proves you might not have walked that particular path." I spoke slowly, every word deliberate, "Someone paid that servant to lie." "Who would do that?" Caleb asked. "Wolfsbane only grows in the Northlands. The pack doesn't even have it. If I poisoned her, when would I have gone to gather it? I haven't left the territory since returning."

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

the vampire admitted. “She is my assistant,” Jasper snapped. “She most certainly is of use. Not only is she a pretty little assistant, but she’s intelligent and quick minded. I attribute a good deal of the success I’ve had so far to her help and input. I need her to be whole, happy, and within her right mind. Something tells me that won’t be the case once you animals are finished with her.”

Her eyes flashed with malice. "I am Livia Valerius! Daughter of the clan leader your father executed a century ago!" "Impossible…" Theron staggered back. "You're all fools!" Lilith continued to laugh hysterically. "I lived among you for decades, and you knew nothing!" She watched Theron's pained expression and laughed even harder. "You know what was the most fun? Watching you push Cerys into the abyss, step by step! Every time she was framed, every time she was pushed away, it was all my doing! And you, my stupid brother, you always chose to believe me!"

I am pointing at the middle, but I highly recommend finishing The Strong before starting The Jock if you don't want any spoilers. Stay safe Love Peyton

I nod taking his hand in mine and we walk to the car, Ciara runs after us nervously looking around at the men in every direction, all of them glare at her, pissed that she had any part in our pain but she might come in useful. She gets in the back and aspen sits beside her, his lips pulled back over his teeth as he snarls in her direction, she was frozen to the spot in fear of him, not that I don’t blame him. “Apses stand down, she might help us get Baylee back” He looks to me, pissed that I would even tolerate her presence, growling in my direction before he turns and looks out the window. Ciara watches him in shock “He understands you?”

Chapter Two Ashira’s POV “Yes, buddy. So never again surprise us at night like that, do you understand?” Aiden was talking with Quillon when I came in to the house. I went to the market with Ava and Seth for groceries and our shopping turned out to be their date which I become the third wheel. “How about the mornings, daddy?” “Uh…” I think Aiden was about to say no and I believe I know why he thinks that way. This fucker.

“Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.” She inclined her head slightly. It felt more like a warning than a greeting. Next to her stood a woman with a wild swirl of pastel hair that shimmered with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. It shifted as she blinked, brightening to an almost neon green as her gaze swept over me. “And this,” Calvin continued, “is Professor Ashleigh Dana, Head of Everley House and Professor of Experimental Spellcraft.” “Oh, she’s interesting,” Ashleigh said immediately. Her voice was bright and warm, but there was something chaotic in her eyes. “I like her energy. It’s all sharp edges and tangled threads. That usually means un

“Ella, darling, I don’t expect you to be able to handle this just yet. But you will. And we will be happy. Just give me a chance, please.” Ella stood, no longer willing to play his games or her father’s. “You can go to hell, Henry of Paris.” She stormed out of the room, headed upstairs, praying she could get ahold of Bart and figure out what that vial was because even if it was a concoction brought into existence from the devil himself, she would drink it to end this nightmare.

And with that, she started muttering a spell and with increase in the tempo of her spell, Asher started shaking on the chaise longue. Aliyah wanted to hold him but Edward stopped her, the best thing would be to let Hephzibah to do what she does best. In a few short seconds, Asher’s snapped opened and he threw up all over the blanket covering him. There wasn’t much thing he had eaten as everything was slimy with nothing solid and with a very offensive order. Anita covered her nose and forced the vomit in her throat back into her stomach while the warriors and Micah and his people kept a straight face even though they were having it just as bad.