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"I know we just got back together. But I've waited three years. I'm not waiting anymore. Stay with me." Lola searched his face. Then nodded slowly. "Okay. Yes. I'll stay." Morgan kissed her. Deep and slow and claiming. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go again." The news reached the Elders within hours. Lola had resigned from her position as Flint's Luna. Had moved into Morgan's pack house. I was living openly with him as his partner. The scandal spread like wildfire. By evening, a formal summons arrived. Morgan was ordered to appear before the council the next morning to answer for his "inappropriate conduct."

Morgan revealed. “Ok, I trust you guys. Let’s do this!” I announced. Kimmy took Tiff into the bathroom to get ready. “Ok, girl. I need you to strip,” Morgan declared. “What?” I responded. “Get naked,” Morgan announced. “Say what?” I asked. “Amelie, do I have to undress you myself? I have seen thousands of naked models at fashion shows. You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Morgan articulated. “I guess that’s true,” I replied. “Let’s get it done.”

The cops' tech support had nothing on Morgan's speed. In under five minutes, Morgan pinged back. Morgan: [Pulled up every sale of this camera in Greenville.] Morgan: [Five more minutes, and I'll have a list of everyone at Greenville University with this camera.] True to his word, five minutes later, Morgan sent a list with just a handful of names, some crossed out. Helma's fingers flew across her phone's keyboard: [What's with the crossed-out names?] Morgan flashed a triumphant grin. [I've cracked Greenville University's intranet. The ones I've crossed off the list? They're not the type to hang around Swan Lake.]

Every word spoken on television, a distorted echo of who I am supposed to be. A manipulator. An ambition masked behind a black suit. The “reason” two powerful men lost their cool. And now… worse still. I look at the article. The one Cassandre “leaked.” They start off slowly, at first. Just insinuations. “According to our sources, Miss Lyra, the personal assistant of Mr. Lucas, may have concealed a troubling episode from her professional past…” Then, lower down: “Ambiguous links with a former client, allegations of information manipulation, a reputation for rapid and discreet ascent… too discreet to be innocent.”

Jodie replied, "I gave you her number. Why would I lie about her WhatsApp? I'll ask Morgan if she saw the request. Mr. Schuman, if you manage to win Morgan over, you better thank me." Derek replied, "I will." During class, Morgan received a notification again. She picked up her phone and noticed it was a message from Jodie. They hadn't spoken in a while. "Morgan, are you there?" Morgan put down her pen. She stared at the message and contemplated. After class, Morgan told the other two, "I know who leaked my contact." Valerie looked at Morgan's phone screen and said, "It might happen again. Morgan, you should get a private number."

"Do not look inside me." "Then stop standing in my son's grave clothes." The words hit her strangely. Not like an insult. Like recognition. The dead screens around the theater flickered. One by one, faces returned. The public broadcast had not reopened because Valerius allowed it. My blood on the shield had made a record the system could not classify as private. PUBLIC RECORD BREACH. UNFILTERED MATERNAL EVIDENCE STREAMING. I looked at the screens. "His name is Leo," I said, breath shaking. "He answered me twice. Once from the archive you stole. Once from the body you want to classify."

Her face remained expressionless. Everyone in the capital knew that after Cadmus Morgan lost his voice, he was no longer favored by Margaret, the matriarch of the Morgan family. Lumina didn't answer Howard directly and instead said, "I'll marry him, but you have to agree to two conditions. Firstly, I need seven days. Secondly, I want all of my father's belongings. Every single one of them. You won't keep even one of them." She needed seven days to say goodbye to her best friend and to find a way to erase the nude video from Jackson's computer. She would replace it with evidence of all the years Celia had tormented her.

Her breath came faster. This was insane. Such a stupid idea. But the crazier part was that she was... ecstatic and fucking loving it. Morgan was displaying a photo on her phone now, from something earlier at the pool, and Lena played at looking. But her brain wasn’t following. Her body was too loud. Too aware. Another buzz. Longer and more aggressive. Longer and longer lasting this time. She gnawed at her lip, smiling as though she was laughing at Morgan’s photograph, though her eyes welled from the effort of keeping it together. She was surprised by how well she was pulling it off and hiding it.