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I murmured, pulling her into a hug. She reached for my gift next, a larger one shaped like a book. Inside was a leather-bound journal, pages blank, along with a pen engraved with my initials. "For all your thoughts," she explained, watching my reaction. I flipped through the pages, the paper crisp beneath my fingers. “Perfect. Thank you, baby.” We kept exchanging gifts, a soft hand-knit scarf for her, and tickets to a show for me, something we’d been talking about for weeks. With each gift, we laughed, smiled, and shared quick kisses, wrapping paper piling up on the floor like confetti.

I said. Her smile widened. She was foolish. I could tell what her little pep talk would be. Trying to be like Lucille. If Lucille could do it, then she could as well. She overestimated herself. Lucille was special and I wasn’t Benjamin either. I cannot fall for such clear provocation. “What is this gift?” she asked, unable to hide her excitement in her tone. I snapped my fingers and Gary led a man in. I gestured in his direction. Katherine whipped around almost jumpy, ready to take her gift. But instead of embracing it, a shudder ran through her body. “What…” she glanced at me then at the man.

I watched without a trace of emotion, my heart completely hollow. One by one, guests handed Esme their presents. She eventually pointed to the stack of boxes in the corner. "Are those for me too?" Her face lit up as she lifted one, but then she noticed the inscription. "From Claudia." Before she could open it, Dad stormed over, snatched the box from her hands, and tossed it aside. "Don't touch that. Who knows what tricks she's trying to pull? What if it's something harmful?" I finally realized what kind of person I was in their eyes. I let out a bitter, self-deprecating smile. Instead of watching, I turned toward the window and looked at the moon.

"I'm Gwendolyn Falsimmo, and my gift is a pair of pearls. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Sinistra Clancy, from Silverton's Ivy Commerce. My gift is a McLaren. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." "I'm Mirabel Constance, and my gift is an ancient recipe. Happy birthday, Mr. Norwood." … The gifts quickly turned into a sizable pile.

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As though it had simply been waiting for me to arrive. I began to read. ‘If you are reading this… then your awakening has begun.’ I swallowed hard. ‘By now you have already discovered your first gift.’ My eyes moved lower. ‘The gifts will not come all at once. Each will awaken when the time is right.’ I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Finding out things in my life through this journal still creeps me the fuck out. I took one more long breath and then I continued reading. ‘Your next gift will require control.’ That was all it said. No explanation. No warning beyond those few words. Just… Control.

Gift seventeen. I didn’t speak. I’d been mute for a while now, I couldn’t speak. He kept going, bespoke London trench coat tailored for me. Gift eighteen. A private beach dinner lit by lanterns, fire dancers performing for me. I danced with me, Crest kept laughing, filming the entire thing. Gift nineteen. A sapphire birthstone ring, elegant, breathtaking. Gift twenty. He slid it onto my finger, kissed my knuckle slowly. I shivered. Back in the villa, he handed me a beautiful leather journal embossed with my initials. Gift twenty one.

She was confused. Bea shrugged. “I don’t know about the rest of the gifts, but I think that there might be wolves out there with the other gifts, too. The gifts are fickle. They follow a bloodline. The gift is given to the oldest direct descent of that bloodline. Mama had the gift. When she died, it went to me. If I have kids, the gift will skip you and go to my oldest child when I die. If I die without kids, it goes to you.”

I finally looked over in his direction to see that he had moved closer to me, so I pointed at the chair across from me and he moved to it and sat down "Well there's not really a library that has public access but I know someone who might have some books on what your looking for" "Oh that would be great, I'm not really sure what I'm looking for since we are both human it might just have been all in our imaginations" I knew I was down playing it and that our gift was very real but I still felt the need to hide it for some reason "Well there are different gifts given for different reasons you don't necessarily have to be supernatural to have them, maybe if you told me more about it I can help g