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As it slowly came above the opening, the stand clicked into place and two wings opened up on each side before turning the entire stand to white marbled stone and with a flashing light, a thick gold book appeared . “No matter how many times I see that, it never fails to amaze me” Heather whispered reverently. Jon raised his head and walked to the dias, his steps quietly echoing. When he approaches the stand, the book opens itself and the pages start to flicker, opening to the page he needed. After reading the passage, he visabilly shakes, his throat working hard to swallow from the lump now growing. “What? What is it?” Heather whispered. She gasped when she saw Jon raise his head and look at

CHAPTER TWO BETTY'S POV It was as if a stranger had overtaken her body. She had convinced herself that she must endure his possession, she revelled in his touch, in every kiss, in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.

Thank you," he nodded, immediately taking a few small sips. - What's next? Jonathan slipped smoothly in front of his captives and regally - you can't say otherwise - sank into a chair that was still empty. The atmosphere in the tent at once became even more gloomy. The air seemed to heat up sharply, it became stuffy, as if in the middle of the desert, the acrid smell of smoldering candles and the cloying aroma of magic spices clogged up nostrils, the head was spinning from the iron taste of blood on his tongue, and the dark figure of Jonathan, frozen on a makeshift throne, seemed carved out of stone. There was no trace of the grin caused by the tense, strings-like faeries, because Jonathan w

Noreen had just finished talking with her mother when their orders arrived and Jonathan returned to the table with a book in his hand. "What book is that?" Noreen asked, handing Jonathan his tuna and egg sandwich. "It's about supernatural powers, Mom," Jonathan said. "I'm a little curious about what's making me see things these days." Noreen's eyebrows raised. "Oh, you want to know how you do it, too?" "Of course," Jonathan said. "I think now I understand why my friends don't like me very much sometimes. I guess they're a little scared, because sometimes I do things that seem strange to them. But often I don't even realize I'm doing them and it scares them."

“A part remained to bury the bodies; the rest are with me.” At this moment Sir Novoveski raised his head, and great astonishment was reflected on his face. “In God's name, what do I see?” cried he. Then he rose, went straight to Mellehov, and said, “Ardun! And what art thou doing here, ruffian?”

They simply… vanished. “This place doesn’t want to remember us,” Myrra whispered. Ahead, Elior stopped and scanned their surroundings. The oppressive silence had settled too thickly now, making even their breaths sound distant. “We keep moving,” he said, voice low but firm. Rael adjusted his grip on the book, its ancient pages warm against his palm. The words inside had changed before, reacting to their journey. What if the Hollow Crown had already begun to see them?

“She’s not even close to you, so quit throwing a tantrum and behave.” I ignored him, shifting my gaze to Rowena, who was standing behind him, trying to stay out of sight. I raised my voice. “Did you hear that, Rowena? Jim just said you mean nothing to him.” “You worked so hard sending me those cute, romantic couple photos over and over. Aren’t you tired yet?” Gasps rippled through the guests. “Wait, Rowena sent her those pictures? Wow, no shame at all.” “She tried to steal someone’s man, then rubbed it in? Disgusting.”

CHAPTER 17 The man in front of Matt stared at him in shock, completely dumbfounded, making Matt grin as wide as his he could. The grip around the man's neck suddenly tightened as Matt's face twisted in rage. "You've been following me for quite a while now, and I have just two questions for you" he stared intently at the strange man in front of him. "Who are you and who sent you" Matt asked, his voice sending chills down the man's spine.

Reunite me with Nori? I ran to the door and edged it open. “What?” “I’d like to discuss the matter further with you. Preferably out of the sweltering heat. May I come in?” I glanced back at the pills on the table. Shit. “Give me a moment.” I shut the door without waiting for a response and grabbed a towel from the kitchen. I haphazardly swiped the pills into the towel and disposed of them and the wine. A few moments later, Jonathan Baker, crooked lawyer to baby snatcher Anthony Powell, sat at my kitchen table. He opened his luxury briefcase. My lips turned down as I wondered how much it cost. It was probably worth a few months’ rent.

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…