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"You are really pretty. Something about your face....it reminds me of lilies in the spring. Delicate, but really resilient. There is something truly special about you, Lily." Alura’s fingers froze completely over her keyboard. Her breath hitched, a violent wave of heat rushing straight to her face. *Lilies. Resilient. Lily.* Grandma Mabel had used those exact words. And called her Lily, Her mind began to spin in a wild, chaotic spiral. Wait, Louis is Lou? But he's Lucius's cousin. Louis Keith was roughly the right age. He lived and worked abroad in Singapore, which explained why he probably couldn't attend the wedding registration in person, if truly he's Lou.

Louis warned, slowly descending to his Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. This was the first time Sirius Montemayor needed his help. Louis knew his cousin well enough to know that Sirius would never ask anyone for help because of his pride.

Louis continued. "Yeah, okay." ***

he asked. Startled, I turned around and took his phone. There was a message from HR on his screen. Louis had been appointed the vice president of a new company. As for the location of said company, it was in Coralsville—the coastal city I'd always dreamed of living in. "You didn't just find out about this now, did you?" Louis tilted his head and gave me an innocent puppy-eyed look. "But you've never mentioned it before!" "You just don't pay enough attention to me." Louis pouted while he handed me a business license. "And, this is my belated Christmas gift to you."

Or maybe the Internet is just disconnecting. “I love you…” Louis says in a hoarse voice into the closed video chat window. Strokes the screen. He presses the laptop to his chest. And then weaves into the bathroom on wobbly legs. Climbs under the warm jets of the soul. Legs do not hold and he slides down the wall. Water is flowing. He smiles stupidly. Happily. Thoughtlessly. To the ears.

This time with Louis throughout the journey. Tabby

Louis chuckled. "Does your dad know how much of a flirt you are?" Before the little boy could answer, a notification popped up at the top of Louis’ phone screen. It was a message from Zachary. “White-Coat, Madame Lee tagged you in the group chat.” Louis frowned slightly, no longer paying attention to his nephew. His long fingers tapped the screen as he switched back to the Market Gods chat. Scrolling up a few messages, he found Madame Lee’s comment.

CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: I DON’T HATE YOU(I DO) The morning sun crept through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. Louis lay in bed, an iPad propped against his knees, watching the security feed on the screen. Lorenzo's convoy was pulling out of the gates…three black cars, the middle one carrying the man who had spent the last week hovering over him like a nervous mother hen. Louis waited until the gates closed behind the last car. Then he threw off the covers.

Maxim approached Leo and asked him a question. Leo confidently nodded. "I was able to locate her. The IP address and location used by the video spreader that night were at the Young Family's residence in the Black Gorge. There is only one Young Family in this city, as far as we know. So I'm not accusing carelessly because I have evidence."

Lance stepped closer to his mate and his mother; with Bill hovering over all of them, ready at a moment's notice. The power went out from all the wind and lightening and now the house shook, really shook like an earthquake. Somewhere you could hear glass breaking and someone scream. The emergency lights came on, but it was minimal at best, but you could still see everyone in the room. Phoenix never spoke; she just kept biting her lip and groaning. Gael was torn. He was concerned about the present condition of the pack, but he was more concerned over his mate and pup. Doc Simmons said it was time to push and push she did. Gael went to her side and held her, sitting her up slightly. Every push