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Ready to face Cassian Windsor. Plotting as I sling my pack over my shoulder, I head for the stairs. I need money. Cassian has it. If I can get enough, I’ll buy a ticket, vanish, start fresh. I know how. I’ve done it before. At the top, Cassian waits. He introduces me to his driver. “Mirabella, this is Kieran Malik. Kieran, Adrian’s daughter, Mirabella.” “Sorry for your loss,” rumbles Kieran. His voice is deep. Batman deep. He bows his head, impossibly polite. I take his hand.

But that didn't help either. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He hadn't spoken a word, since we set out. Since I made the decision to get into the car of a total stranger. But everything had been spiraling out of my control, all day. I cleared my throat, and turned to the side. “What's your name?” I wasn't sure if I heard it right. But the little butterflies in my stomach confirmed it. “Mirah.” I said. “Mirabella, my name's Mirabella.” As I stole a brief glance at him, I couldn't help but admire how good looking he was. And it wasn't in that young and fresh kind of way.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

Impulsive spending wouldn't do her good at this time of her life. "I just knew whoever gets that bikini before me would be someone I'd love to rip it from," a familiar voice spoke behind her - Mirabel. Serena turned with style and looked at Mirabel from head to toe. "Too bad you can't, because I'm not getting it." She smirked, "It nearly caught my fancy, but I'd never have the same taste with Mirabel Houston" Mirabel chuckled and flipped her hair, a blonde guy wearing a burnt orange vest that stuck to his body and revealed the outline of his chest and muscles came behind her.