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I stared at the progress bar, my hands turning cold against the desk. "That isn't a mating mark." I indicated the bite on her neck. "You know the difference." Blair covered it with her hand. "Not yet. It will be. He just doesn't want to hurt her." "Why haven't you contacted her yourself?" "Because Lucas says anyone who messes with his Luna gets kicked out of Grayridge." Her smile finally faded. "If I go straight to her, I'm the one he'll come down on. You're a Bond Breaker. You can make her see that leaving is the best thing for her."

Her manicured fingers drifted over my things, pausing deliberately on my wallet. I watched, helpless, as she picked it up and opened it. Crack. The sharp snap of breaking plastic shattered the silence of my room. My breath hitched in horror as she pulled out the card—the one Dad used to deposit my allowance—and bent it cleanly in half. “Mirriam—!” I gasped, scrambling forward, instinctively reaching for it. I didn’t need to. She tossed the broken pieces at me like scraps. “You won’t be needing it anymore,” she sneered. “You don’t deserve Knowles money.”

Adrian flicked his silver lighter, igniting a small flame that illuminated a foyer leading into a long corridor. ​Eileen walked with hesitant, unsteady steps, her hands reaching out to brush against the cold stone walls. With every touch, a strange sensation of belonging, laced with deep dread, flooded her mind. ​She suddenly froze in front of a round wooden table in the center of the foyer. On it sat a shattered glass ashtray, and right beside it, a wooden picture frame lay facedown, buried under a thick layer of dust. Eileen slowly leaned forward, holding her breath as she lifted the frame and blew the dust away with her shallow, trembling breaths.

their worlds fell apart right from when I came into their lives. And they love me. I know that for a fact. They love me. They just... they just love me in their own way. They are both broken people whom I can't and will never turn my back on. So Noah can say what he wants to say. He can go fuck himself for all I care. What does he know about anything? He's just a... I clamp a hand around my mouth and sniff. My legs are moving so fast on the pavement but I still doubt that I'd be able to get back to the slum neighbourhood tonight.

The fear of a leader who realizes she has asked too much of her people. And then. SNAP. It did not sound like the massive oak tree splitting in the Ash-wood sector. It was sharper. Cleaner. The precise, surgical sound of a scalpel cutting a wire. Deep in the north, in the absolute dead center of the ten-mile void, a blinding spike of pure white light detonated. It was Elias. I felt the exact, unmistakable signature of the one hundred and thirteenth type. The Circuit Breaker. The white light slashed outward, localized and absolute. It hit the invisible architecture of the grain corridor and severed the rotting Alpha from the grid.

- I broke up with him a few days ago. - Why? Did he treat you badly? - It's not that, it's just, he was very immature. Actually, it's not that it bothered me, but he was immature in the sense that he kept making jealous scenes, or asking me for things that maybe I couldn't give him. - What do you mean? - I don't know, I guess I wasn't his type. - Good. - He said and looked at her for a few seconds. Luna's face had gone pale - Is something wrong?

Kat's P.O.V I woke up to with a killer headache. My body was almost to weak to move as the events from last night started pouring into my brain. I couldn't even cry anymore, it was almost like I ran out of tears. The thought that I fell in love with someone who was just using me made me sick. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I answered it not even checking the caller ID. "Hey my flight lands at 5p.m" I'm guessing it's Aubrey.

“Well, it doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence to trust the lass who knocks me out, ties me up, and drags me around behind a horse.” “Say’s the man who first talked nonsense, before trying to kill me,” I clapped back. “It’s Gaelic,” he snapped--- but it was getting harder for him to talk because of how his arms were tied above his head. He had to take a deep breath between the sentences and there was a pause between the words. And it tore at the carer inside of me, seeing him in pain. He was suffering and it was unnecessary. I couldn't believe he would honestly kill me. He wanted to, but there was restraint in his eyes. And curiosity. I had a feeling that he found me as interesting as I f

I say in a loud voice as I limp out of the room, shutting the door behind me. Fucking hell! How convenient! I start leaping, heading for the breaker downstairs. I’m pumped with so many painkillers I barely feel the strain on my ankle. I just want to get back to him… I just want to get it done. I guess I didn’t think it over, but now I wish I had let him accompany me. Limping with a crouch down the stairs and towards the end of the hall with a phone as the only source of light suddenly doesn't feel like a breeze anymore. But finally I get there, and my breath catches in my throat at the massive dent in the breaker. It didn’t just go off; it was struck, repeatedly.

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