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Runes faintly glowed along the cracked walls, pulsing like veins of fire. Shadows shifted in the corners until figures emerged, cloaked and hooded. One by one, they stepped into the faint glow of broken chandeliers above. Nora counted seven. Each moved with the kind of poise that spoke of centuries of survival. Her hand brushed instinctively against the dagger at her hip, though she knew steel meant little here. The first of them spoke, voice dry like parchment. “Nora Ainsley. Rogue-born. Tracker. Murder suspect.” The words stung, but Nora lifted her chin. They want me to break before this even begins.

I looked at her and realized Nora was just as dangerous as Richard's mother, but in a smarter way. Richard's mother was a different storm. Nora was like a deep river, quiet, but strong enough to drown you. "Richard won't like this," I whispered. "He wants to fight fair; He wants to use the law." "Richard is a good man, but he’s too close to the fire," Nora said, standing up to leave. She looked down at me with respect.

“I promise. Now come on.” I saw the mischievous glint in her eyes that I didn’t like, but I said nothing as we made our way through the countless racks of clothes. Nora made me fit one outfit after another. As I came back out of the fitting room, my eyes landed on two women not far from me. Both seemed familiar. Like me and Nora, they were also shopping. “How does this look?” Nora asked behind me. I turned around and saw her in a beautiful black dress. “It looks good on you. I think you should take it.” I didn’t lie. It looked good.

' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.

"They really treat you that badly?" "Worse," Nora muttered, looking down at her hands. But she quickly shook her head, forcing the sad look away. "Anyway, I am not going to ruin a good day by complaining about the Alphas. Besides languages, what else do you do for fun?" "I read," Clara answered, gesturing toward the massive shelves lining the walls. "A lot. Mostly dark romance and mafia thrillers. Anything with a ton of drama and people making terrible decisions." "Shut up," Nora laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot tw

The question was whether she intended to help me, use me, or simply enjoy watching me scramble for answers. "You two seem rather familiar," Nora pressed, an edge creeping into her voice. "I wasn't aware you'd become friends." "We're not friends," I said honestly. "I'm not entirely certain Morrigan has friends, in the traditional sense." "No," Nora agreed, something almost admiring slipping into her tone despite herself. "She has interests. It's rarely wise to become one of them." "Lady Nora Fairhaven." Nora's entire body seemed to unlock at once, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders as she rose with practiced grace. She paused just long enough to shoot me one final look — equal parts tr

“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.” Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith. And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal. I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears.

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

She hadn’t forgotten the embarrassment she’d faced because of Aria and Max. “What are you staring at, Nora?” one of her friend asked, following her gaze. Nora smirked. “She’s all by herself.” she said coolly, pushing off from the desk. “Time for a little fun, right girls?” The group giggled behind her as Nora stalked toward Rosa with a cruel spark in her eyes. Rosalie noticed them approaching. Her fingers tightened around her pen. Maybe if she kept her head low, they’d walk past. She thought that but they didn’t pass by.

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.