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But he eagerly nodded his head and pointed to the Emerald Monkey with an expression of pride on his face. “Why aren’t you green then?” Mane asked in confusion. The thing that he found interesting was Silver’s origin. Silver’s aura was very much linked to the Emerald Monkey’s aura. In fact, Silver’s aura felt like it was born from the Emerald Crystal Monkey’s aura. The other Crystal Monkeys didn’t share that kind of connection with the Emerald Crystal Monkey. That was why Mane was curious to know the relation between the two. And his guess was right. Silver confirmed that the Emerald Monkey was his mother! But if that was the case, why wasn’t Silver also green?

Silver turned her purple eyes towards us and they glistened as they met Mac’s. “It’s done…” I said softly. “It’s done…” Mac took a step towards her. The world stopped. Time stopped. Everything stopped. I didn’t care what was happening between Tessa and Graham behind us. I didn’t care what was happening around me. All I could see was her—my mate. But suddenly something happened. I felt something snap inside of me. And before either Mac or I could comprehend, Silver collapsed on the floor with a thud, shifting back into her human form in a snap.

Felicia entered behind him, and so did Maya and Tatiana. Maya is still dressed in her earlier attire, so Silver concluded she just arrived. “Nice of you to join us." Silver chirped, jumping off the bed while the people stared at her. "What is this? Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill her?” Burke ranted, rushing towards his wife. Silver rolled her eyes, sweat gathered on her forehead as she boiled with rage. "Would you quit the act? You sent your wife to kill me, and I caught her. Stop pretending already!” Silver exploded, grabbing Burke by the shoulder and turning him around so their eyes met.

“They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can blast off in a quarter minute.” “Molten silver?” I shift my attention to her. She adjusts her glasses and smiles like a professor about to school a student. “Six months ago, I made a proposal to the research and development team about an idea I had.” She turns her attention to the guns, caressing her fingers along the barrel of one of the guns. “It is about using raw silver in battle.”

Mj was breathing heavily as she watched the head roll away and as the ringing in her ears dulled she looked down to notice the silver rope had started to eat into her skin. With what was left of her shirt the Quicksilver assassin started peeling the rope from around her arm and as she dropped it to the floor she took a few tumbling steps down the mountain of death and rubble before collapsing to her knees with her head hung low and her shoulders shuddering with every heaving breath.

"Don't worry—the Passion Dust is the real deal. I spent a fortune buying it from the South Sea, so that you'd have an unforgettable experience of carnal pleasure. You can't resist it even if you've completed Birthright—you have to be Ascendant rank, or you wouldn't even know what hit you." "I-It was you…" Silverbell drew her sword, pointing it at Maron's face and intent on killing him right then. However, her limbs were limp, and she felt as if her meridian nexus was on fire, and she certainly did not have the strength to wield her sword. Now, she was no more than a weak and vulnerable girl, withdrawing as she heaved and resisted the fire in her loins, shrieking at Maron to stop him.

The ground within the ring had long been scorched, like fire and moonlight had danced together once and left ash behind. “The Circle of Binding,” Kael said softly. “This is where Mira forged the last true Pact.” Ari stepped toward it, but her legs felt heavy. Erin touched her arm. “Are you okay?” “She was here,” Ari whispered. “Mira. I can feel it.” She walked into the circle. And everything changed. The world flared with silver. Ari was no longer herself. She saw through Mira Hale’s eyes a woman older than the legends suggested, her face carved by years of sorrow, yet bright with unyielding fire. Her silver braid lay heavy over her shoulder, a single wolf tooth bound at its tip.

She knew she couldn’t kill her bargaining tool, but it didn’t hurt to beat the shit out of him first. Mira reached for the black bag pack at the back of the car. There were several large syringes filled with pure silver. She reached for one and held onto it as if she was contemplating to inject the substance into her body. Taking a deep breath, Mira injected herself. She leaned her head against the headrest of the seat and closed her eyes. Her heart beat rapidly, pumping silver throughout her body. Then, she left her car. Mira made sure the coast was clear before she knocked on the door. The door opened and a man with a scar on his chin was looking up and down her body — totally didn’t know

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.

The forest was dark and full of shadows as Sophie Hayes drove down the winding road into Silver Hollow. Her old Jeep rattled across the rough pavement, cutting the fog that hung like ghostly fingers among the trees with its beams. "This place really is giving me a strong horror film vibe," she said, pulling on the steering wheel. The name Silver Hollow had sounded so inviting in the rental ad-a peaceful mountain community ideal for a new beginning. Still, she passed through the bent wooden sign that said Welcome to Silver Hollow and couldn't shake the haunting feeling creeping up her spine.