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“Tiziano’s health is not getting any better or worse so we really just have to wait till he gets up and do everything to help him do so.” I heard Yara scoff, “Way to go Miss Rage. Good thing you didn’t kill anyone this time around.” “I did.” I replied eyeing her. “Took one of Roman’s men for Scout.” “Oh, that’s much more normal. Thank god.” She shot back, sarcasm dripping from her sentence and her wavy hair bounced as she turned back to her laptop.”

Mara said. "That is why I brought it," Sena said. Reading it across three evenings, Mara found something unlike the first book related to it the way a shadow was related to what cast it. The first book had been generous and warm, a memory of people worth knowing. This one was the darker companion to it, the account of what happened to the person doing the remembering across thirty years of doing it alone.

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The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

"Emerald Province likely, or maybe Scarlet." The Scarlet City would be a good place to get lost in, with so many people living there, it would be near impossible for Vaia to find him. But there, as a Summoner, Marek would be an oddity, and would quickly raise the suspicions of anyone around him. Summoner’s are meant to be nomadic, keeping to the Azure Province, hardly ever leaving. "You're just giving up?" I ask. Marek studies me, gaze drifting down to my stomach, as if he can see the wound through it. "What happened to you? Why did you vomit so much blood like that?"

But then, instead of appreciating him, she was getting vexed with him and threatening him. “Clara is betraying me. She has gone to save that girl. But she is Beta Leon’s mate and also a good warrior. I need her desperately, as long as Lara is unconscious, to fight against the female werewolf attackers. Other than Lara, Clara is the only female werewolf who is as efficient as her. I can’t even banish her from the pack, even if I want to. Ugh! I am losing my importance as an Alpha.” Alpha Gabriel thought as he moved towards the prison.

In times of despair and happiness, of dread and panic, and joy and conflict…all I can do is sit on the cold floor and wait for the moments to pass or else, I engage in a relentless fight for survival. For a second there, maybe I thought Aleister might be reliable. When he pulled me out of the lake and showed concern, I thought…Maybe, I can rely on him—Just a little. But it turns out, that’s not true. Draven was referring to another ‘her’. If all those witches were not enough, there is someone else too. The girl from the Harem had mentioned it before but I never paid attention because I didn’t care. Now, it only hurts.

Several dragons in front of the infirmary where the cells were located, turned and braced themselves as they sensed the same thing. The sounds of their fighting drove me faster toward the front steps. The doors swung open seconds before I reached them, and Luther barreled out, shifting in the air, over my head as he jumped. I crouched down and then felt Marcus’ hands pulling me into his arms. “I’m glad we stayed, but a drive to Georgia would have been nice today instead of this.” Luther’s roar broke my smile, and Marcus shoved me inside where several wolves waited. The selfish girl inside of me prayed this would end today.

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