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Candles flickered on small tables, a champagne bucket waited nearby, and the city skyline twinkled beyond the railing—a view I'd never seen from this dingy bar. How had he pulled this off? The canopy loomed ahead, curtains hiding whatever or whoever was behind. "Almost there," the waitress murmured. "But first..." She produced a silk blindfold from her pocket, tying it gently over my eyes. Darkness enveloped me, heightening every sense—the rustle of fabric, the distant hum of traffic and my own quickening breath. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded, pulse racing. She counted: "One... two... three."

“It’s Christmas!” “Yes, it is. And you came as sent from above, ’cause I need someone to sing the chorus to ‘Highway to hell’. Do you know that song? No? Then maybe we can sing ‘I saw mommy fucking Santa Claus’ instead, then? I’m sure you both heard and saw them doing the dirty deed behind your Christmas tree last night.” His face... Indescribable. And I was just getting started. Man, was I on a roll today. “Mr. Cooper!” he reprimanded, but didn’t get any further because I reiterated his surname the same way he did with mine, and he got distracted.

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

Aria’s POV The first gunshot didn’t sound like I expected. It wasn’t loud in the way movies make it loud. It was sharper. Shorter. A crack that sliced through the hallway and lodged itself inside my chest. My body reacted before my mind did. I flinched hard, fingers clawing into Damon’s sleeve, breath tearing out of me in a thin, ugly sound. The lights flickered again. Emergency red pulsed along the ceiling, bathing everything in a feverish glow. The air smelled like metal and ozone and something burning. Somewhere down the hall, glass shattered. Not exploded. Popped. One by one. Controlled.

Renee got out of the car and unlocked the door for Jesse. Jesse took Christian into his room and laid him in his bed. He tucked him in and went to find Renee. She hadn’t stopped teasing him after dinner. He’d meant what he said at the dinner table. He loosened his tie as he started walking into the living room. He was going to cut the lights off to the Christmas tree until he saw Renee sitting on the couch with her dress off. “Looks like Santa came early,” Jesse said as he walked up to her.

I cut myself off, changing my voice back to the previous one, my tone annoyed as I say, “I’m aware. I know the song as well as you do.” With one more soundless breath in, I sing, “in the darkness, the wolf wakes. To a numbed heart of ice, the wolf takes. With you beside me, the wolf sleeps. On a starlit night, our wishes leap.” I’m about to continue the second verse when the woman, with a smile, holds up her hand. The group seems somewhat impressed and although I didn’t finish the song; I pray I pass their trial.

“ Boys, you are right. I haven’t sung with you in a while. That was wrong of me and I am sorry. If I sing you two songs right now will you think about forgiving me?” “ Two songs, a dance, and hugs. Then we forgive.” Jax says. I have to bite my tongue to not laugh. When Jax is in the serious mode he hates to be laughed at. “ Young man, I thank you for forgiving me. You have a deal.So what songs do you want? And are you going to help?” “ One sec,” Jace says. I let them talk amongst themselves to figure out what songs they want me to do. While I’m waiting I hear footsteps but don’t pay attention. My focus is on my nephews. “ Ok. Yes, we sing with you. But dance song second.” Jax says. “ Firs

POV: Jessa He just sighs and holds the basket. Back in the truck, I cue the only song that matters. “Santa baby…” I sing, sweet and slow as the engine warms. “Slip a sable under the tree…” Nick’s jaw flexes. His hands settle on the steering wheel, tight. I sing louder. Breathier. “For me…” He says nothing. I grin and keep going. “Been an awful good girl…” I lick my lips, just to see if he notices.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

Once that was no longer the case, he could date whoever he wanted, and I couldn't care less. It was a pity Samuel didn't notice that. He was still banging on the door. I shook my head, put in my earplugs, and went to sleep. It was getting late, and the sleepy bug was catching up to me. Samuel finally ran out of steam about fifteen minutes later, giving the door one final thump in frustration. "You did this first, Noelle. Don't you ever regret this!" Threats wouldn't work on me. I was no longer a kid. I closed my eyes and slept. The next day, I met up with my attorney and served him the papers. I received no response, but I was sure he saw them.