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Morgan struggled desperately under her grip, unable to breathe. His face turned bright red as he frantically clawed at her arms, but June's fingers only tightened around his throat. "June… you've lost your mind…" Only when Morgan was nearly suffocating did June suddenly come back to her senses. The alcohol cleared from her head in an instant. Morgan braced himself against the wall and staggered backward step by step, fear and hatred filling his eyes. "June, you couldn't even stay loyal to your husband. Now he's gone and doesn't want you anymore—you think you can still keep anyone by your side? You think you're any decent yourself? If anyone's shameless and pathetic here, it's you."

"You probably didn't see this coming, but while you were gone, Rosa's been running the family business like a champ. Everyone's totally on board with her." I could not help but let my sarcastic grin widen. "Running it well, or just good at keeping secrets? Did you catch wind of today's arms deal with Amestia's leading mafia family, the Romanos?" Sebastian paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he turned to Rosa. With a shrug, Rosa said, "Relax, it's no biggie. I've got it all under control. Just sit tight for the good news." Then, without missing a beat, she threw down the gauntlet. "Ms. DeLuca, you've been booted from the company, so why don't you save yourself the headache?

I asked, not bothering in the slightest to lighten my tone for the bastard. "Well, as you know, certain familiars can get you better standings in Celestia, and it just so happens that one of the high advisors to the throne is looking for a suitable wife." The second those words came out of his mouth, I felt the shift in the air as Xavier slowly, deliberately set his glass down onto the table, as Nova visibly shrank back further, as if thinking that my father would even attempt to grab her with the two of them here. This time, though, it wasn't just tension radiating off Xavier. I felt every hair on my body stand on end as his power charged the air around us in his silent fury. I glanced up a

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Olympus. I scrubbed a hand down my face and let out a curse. This meant that Chief would need to postpone Aaron’s funeral. This also meant that the entire team needed to be on the same page when we went to the auction. Oylumbus was a warehouse that was transformed into an elite night club. Owned by the devil himself. Apparently Olympus was the best place to auction off humans. I shot a text out to my team before going over to the love of my life.

"Well, I don't know you, so Leveetan it is. Look, I know what you are, but that doesn't give you any right to play games with me and think that I'm just going to open myself to you. I'm sure you have females of every species constantly throwing themselves at your feet, but I'm not one of them. And I sure in hell will never be your fling, so if that's what your goal is, you can simply fu.ck off." Leviathan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. I had no clue what was going on in the little man brain of his, but I wasn't having any part of it. I quickly backed my way to the shore, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. I figured if I could somehow jump back into the river a good

“Ria, whatever choice you make, you’ll handle it. Just make sure it’s the right one for both of you.” A few weeks passed in the usual rhythm of Briana’s life: snobbish patrons at the restaurant, a tyrant of a boss, and tiring days. Leo’s infectious smile was the only respite. In the full force of winter, their thin clothing barely fended off the cold. A hefty bill on the door from their stingy landlord irked her, exacerbating the struggle to keep them warm. “Stingy Fucker,” she muttered, fumbling with the lock in frustration.

Leviathan grinned as he eyed the ball of fire. That slight distraction was all I needed as I hung my left arm loosely on the side of my body, and ever so slightly wiggled my fingers as I pulled my right arm back to throw the ball of fire at the deity. Leviathan went to move his hands to catch the flaming ball, but before he had a chance to become fully prepared, bindweed vines quickly made their way up his legs and to his arms, twisting themselves around his wrists like handcuffs. The deity's aqua eyes widened as the ball made out of his own flames hit him in the chest with a deep, loud THUD.

He seemed to be thinking of something else now. - You're not angry?- Selene asked him. - No, not at all. I wouldn't be able to... Sorry, but I have to talk to my sister.- Eleazar got up and walked away, smiling to her as a goodbye. ~~~~~~ Damon followed Alistair confidently toward the palace, the lord's bodyguards following closely behind them. They passed an excited crowd that slowly made its way back to the caves. Damon looked at them all much more haughty than usual. What pleased him most, however, was to rub Salvadore's nose again, it was his greatest joy to see the anger and humiliation on the face of this demon who considered himself Alistair's successor just because they were cousins,