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"He's lost his marbles, spouting nonsense all day." I tried to intervene again, but Matthias's fist came out of nowhere, his face a mask of fury as he snarled, "Blind idiot, want to test how tough my fists are?" The goons closed in fast, their menace thick in the air, like a scene straight out of a mob movie, sending the house hunters scurrying. Harold lounged on the couch, clapping like he was at a show.

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Marlowe took another slow step toward me until the expensive scent of her perfume wrapped around the air between us. Then her voice dropped lower. “Here’s a little advice, Mae.” Her smile remained perfectly in place. “Stay away from Cole Ashford.” The name meant nothing to me. “I don’t know who that is,” I admitted honestly. One of the girls beside her gasped like I had committed a crime. Marlowe only laughed softly. “Trust me,” she murmured. “You will.” Before I could respond, she tilted her head slightly. “And when you do…” her eyes darkened just a little, “…don’t mistake his attention for kindness.”

Marlow just looked at me with a blank expression on his face, but I have spent about a week with him and I knew it meant “I’m glad you found a way around your skin reaction and can now shower like a human being.” “You know, just for once I’d like to hear your voice.” He gave me a blank stare and then looked away when Miles handed him the tablet so he could make his order. “Hey, do you guys know Trevor Reed?” I asked deciding to give up on getting Marlow to talk to me. Instantly, all their faces became sour and grumpy. “Everyone knows Trevor Reed,” Miles spat with disgust. He sounded like a Disney villain with his accent, I almost giggled.

Everything in my world was a different color now. I saw him then, standing beside the barn, just another shadow in the darkness, licked by the orange light of the flames. He might have been laughing, he might have been crying. I don’t know - I couldn’t see his face. That was the thing about Marlowe, you could never see his face. I walked to him as if he’d called me. He’d cast and directed us all; we’d each played our roles for him perfectly. That was his gift.

Marlowe’s POV The sunlight streaming in through the open curtains woke me up. The sound of someone breathing caused me to turn to my side. A surprising sense of calm washed over me as I realized where I was. The memory of last night came to me in a rush. The feel of Callum’s fingers on my skin, his tongue in my mouth and his dick deep in my hungry wet pussy. I remembered the way he had looked at me as he had brought me unexplainable pleasure akin to the warmth of a raging fire.

The door just beside the podium was pushed open by one of the stand by guards and a man dressed in smooth Tom Ford suit and his hair sleeked back in style stepped forward. My eyes ran from his toe that was covered in a undoubtedly expensive shoes to the ironed pattern of his trousers, to the well buttoned suit of his then finally landed on the face which had my heart skipping and my entire world crumbling as that familiar orbs clashed with mine, giving the greatest shock of my life. Jason Thorne in Tom Ford was Sin!

He could do anything to please his drooling tongue. He looked all around, but all the werewolves already had their mates along with them to dance with them. Finally, his glance fell on Mrs. Rolex, who was sitting near the bar all alone. It struck his brain that Mrs. Rolex was a widow and so had no partner for the dance. He moved slowly towards her, gathering guts as he proceeded.

His jaw is set, and his dark eyes are so cold and heartless. He doesn’t even flinch under my glare, doesn’t so much as blink. He makes me feel like I’m just an inconvenient problem that he has already moved past. Like I never mattered. A sharp, bitter laugh escapes my lips, the sound foreign even to me. "You really have no soul, do you?" He says nothing. He shows not even a sign of remorse. That silence? That awful silence? It tells me everything I need to know. I feel sick. My stomach churns violently, bile rising up my throat. My fingers clutch the divorce papers so hard that the edges curl against my palm.

" An attendant arrived at that moment whispering that she was needed at the table. ........... The table was full of different delicacies. Colton sat beside me, we ate in silence, the whole room rocking with tension. "Here." Colton passed me the lobster and chicken and I stretched my hands, passing him the sauce. Robin cleared his throat. "It's so beautiful, the way both of you understand each other's needs. I admire the love the both of you have." His eyes darted from Colton, "I want my marriage to be as loving as yours, I've observed both of you and I truly appreciate you Anne..." "Who knew Colton would be so in love..." The food stuck in my throat and I fidgeted with my hands under the ta