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Slightly nervous. "Is this Nora Hayes? The writer of Once Discarded Now Desired on GoodNovel?" Nora blinked. "Yes," she said carefully. "I just finished Chapter 25," the woman said. "I have been reading since last night. I did not sleep." A pause. "I just needed to tell someone that this story is the most real thing I have read in years and I need to know what happens next and please do not stop writing it." The kitchen was very quiet. Ethan was watching her face.

Chapter 51: The Sovereign Horizon The morning sun came up over the East River. Filled the Brooklyn studio with a nice bright light. This light made the room feel fresh and new. Elena stood by an old oak table. Her hands were flat on the table. In front of her were the real books of the Nora Vale Imprint series. The Nora Vale Imprint series was finally done. The covers of the books were simple and nice to touch. They did not have the pictures that people usually see on digital books.

Tonight was no different. Nora tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the curve of a woman’s shoulder on her canvas. The piece was for a fantasy novel cover. It was ethereal, sensual, full of flowing fabrics and hidden power. Her own reflection in the dark glass showed a woman in an oversized sweater and soft leggings, barefoot, charcoal smudges on her fingers. Nothing glamorous. Yet he watched. She felt his gaze like a physical touch.

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

Basira stood before him in the same way, till at last she cried out, “A second confusion!” Zastar, greatly amused, blinked some time with his sound eye; at length ho said, “Sir Novoveski, a friend and subordinate of our Geswer, and this is Lady Ladder. Tfu! I wanted to say Yezorkoy.” Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.”

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

I didn't respond, just took the lead and took her towards the romance novels, and before she could ask me to choose one for her, I left her there and went back to the desk. She came back not even five minutes later and laid down three books by Nora Roberts; Savor The Moment, Daring To Dream, and The Next Always. I didn't comment, just scanned them gave her the total, took the money, kept the change like she'd asked and said goodbye. It was only after she left that I could let out a breath of genuine air. I had to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible, I didn't like what was going on and I didn't want it going on for long, or even at all.

Nora comes over at noon with her laptop and an energy that means she has not slept and does not care. She spreads printed documents across Rhys's coffee table like a woman setting up a war room, which is essentially what this is, and Joel arrives twenty minutes later with food nobody asked for and the quiet usefulness of someone who understands that showing up is its own language. I sit cross legged on the floor opposite Nora with my own laptop and we work in parallel, two women pulling threads while the men eat sandwiches and try to be helpful without getting in the way.

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.

“And you know what, she still cares enough about what you think to dig through the dark web and find evidence to prove she’s innocent. I told her to just run—” I take Nora’s face between my fingers, stopping her. “What evidence? What did she find?” Nora sighs and jerks her face away to bend down and grab her bag. “It’s all in here. My laptop and the puzzle codes to get into the dark web.” I take the bag from her and unzip it. “She said there’s enough evidence to clear her name in the computer, and that she even found out where they’re hosting their next auction of wolf souls,” Nora tells me, and I pull out the notebook.