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while Caleb yelled, “Shouldn’t steal a man’s cookies.” As an only child, Abby had had to get used to how boisterous the Thorntons were when she’d attended her first Thornton get-together. Add to that that Mark was easily the quietest of the siblings, and it had been quite enlightening to meet everyone at once. She and Mark stood some feet away near one of the windows, out of earshot of the rest of the group. Mark turned so they faced each other, although Abby found herself gazing out into the woods, watching the rain patter against the glass.

But her cheating ex disappeared from her thoughts as she realized that not only was her doctor one of the well-to-do Thorntons of Fair Haven, Washington, but that he didn’t even have the grace to grow up to be fat and ugly, too. Of course he was a Thornton. She’d read his last name online, but for whatever reason, she’d been so worried about James that she hadn’t put two and two together. That was just her luck, wasn’t it? Of course he was beautiful. Tall and muscular, he filled out his doctor’s coat too well. She’d known that his father was a doctor, but she hadn’t known that the eldest Thornton had pursued medicine as well.

“Hey, Sara’s calling me, but we’ll talk more when you get here. Oh, and Jubilee?” “Yeah?” “Heath loves you. If you feel the same, don’t let him go. Believe me: you’ll regret it.” She mumbled a goodbye. She tossed her phone onto the front seat right as she came upon a curve in the road. The Thorntons lived up in the mountains above Fair Haven, and the road to their place was twisty and often deserted. When Jubilee came around the corner, she heard an engine revving and the car that had been tailing her began to pass her. He sped past her, making a point to drive right next to her for a moment, as if to be as annoying as possible.

“The question is whether you’re willing to accept that this is what survival looks like. Because if you’re not willing to be ruthless, you’ll be destroyed by people who are.” Across the room, Lord Thorne was engaging in conversation with a minor noble, apparently unaware that his remaining hours could be counted on fingers. He would probably finish his meal. He would probably stay through the dessert course. He would probably be making arrangements with his family for the next day before his heart began to stutter in his chest, before the pain became unbearable, before his body simply… stopped. It was remarkably efficient. The letter arrived three days later, brought by a private messenger f

Her mother’s brows furrowed. “Who?” Chloe took a breath,steadying herself. “That’s Mr. Thorne.” There was absolute silence. Her mother blinked repeatedly,like her brain needed time to process what she had just heard. “…what?” Elgin’s expression hardened instantly. Recognition clicked fully now. “Elias Thorne,” he repeated under his breath. “Yeah… Elias Thorne.” Chloe said Her mom’s eyes widened. “Thorne? As in the billionaire Thorne? The one who owns half the city?”

For a whole month, he lived in that dilapidated bakery, guarding me like an ascetic monk. Every morning, there were fresh flowers with dew still on them, expensive supplements, and priceless jewelry at my door... all of which I tossed into the recycling bin like trash. Yet he seemed to enjoy it, treating the fact that I hadn't called the police again as some great mercy. *Cough, cough...* I heard suppressed coughing outside, mixed with the frantic voice of his assistant leaking from his phone. "Mr. Thorne, you have to come back to New York! Because you stopped the attack on the Blackwood family, they've allied with competitors to counterattack in the stock market. The board is going insane..

Thorne* I read it twice. M. Thorne. Marcus Thorne. The name was in the character list I'd been building in my head, the one populated with people who would eventually matter. Professor at Lunar Ridge. Connected to Aria's birth family. Had been searching for her. He was here. Already. In my first life I never knew he existed. He'd been a face in the faculty directory that I'd never had reason to look at. But here he was at week one, reaching out.

She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

Contempt. They took seats directly opposite Torin, who sat alone at the head of another table, methodically spooning porridge, his expression unreadable. The air crackled with unspoken tension. Thorne leaned back, steepling his fingers, the picture of calculated ease. "Quiet morning, Beta," Thorne began, his voice smooth, carrying effortlessly over the hushed clatter. "One might almost forget wolves gnaw at our borders in the north." Torin didn’t look up. "Vigilance doesn’t require fanfare, Thorne."

"That's Professor Thorne's name." "I know. But it can't be the same person. That was fifty years ago." "Some wolves live a very long time, Luna. Especially powerful ones. Professor Thorne is over two hundred years old." My stomach drops. "So he could be the same Marcus Thorne who betrayed my grandmother?" "It's possible." "And he's been teaching here this whole time? Knowing what he did?" Ryder sets down the journal. "I don't know. But I think we need to find out."