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She suddenly felt confined in a tiny space with Dex and needed to get away from him. "We're here!" Dex announced as he pulled over at an elegant fashion house boutique where he usually shopped for his sister anytime she was in town. Without waiting for Dex to help her out of the car, Phoenix stepped out and walked into the fashion house. At first, the proud female manager didn't take notice of Phoenix and was busy chatting with some high net worth clients. But when the well-known and highly respected Dex stepped into the fashion room and walked over to Phoenix, who was busy checking out a dress with the help of one of the sales representatives, the proud manager ditched her current client an

“Do you think the bookstore next to Wixon still has it?” Valencia leaned on the kitchen counter near the sink, tapping her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Yeah, trust me the last time I visited that bookstore down on 2nd street was 2 days ago. it was a recent visit so I’m sure they still have a few left in the Non-fiction section.” The voice on the phone said.

They were barely alive so I took them in and treated them, after 6 months they asked me to be their clan leader, because like a pack Phoenix are strong together even if they don't go berserk after leaving the clan they still need one. After making sure they really wanted it I got an even bigger house for them built, which is where I stay when I have. Though we are Phoenix we still deal with packs, since there is only one Phoenix clan, I am part of the supernatural council. In the council we have a head for each species, usually, once a year, each member of the council gathers with the supernatural they belong to discuss affairs, and since we Phoenix are small in number, we don't usually need

“She wanted her work to protect. To expose lies, not bury them. I need a shield strong enough to stand against Vivienne, against Jonathan. Against anyone.” Daniel leaned against the console. “And how do you build that shield?” “An institution,” I said slowly. “Something bigger than me. If I’m just a woman shouting about light tests, they’ll crush me. But if I’m a foundation, a company—something with a name—maybe they’ll hesitate.” He tilted his head. “What name?” The word slid into place before I even thought. “Phoenix. Phoenix Arts International.” Daniel let out a dry laugh. “That’s bold. You’re not even hiding your patron saint.”

He grabbed her hand and started walking, making her confused. "Where are you taking-----" "To buy you a dress." He turned around and answered her with a wink, making her blush like a fool. ___________ The ride arrived at Rue des Rosiers, in the Le Marais District. It was a narrow street lying in one of Paris’s oldest and most vibrant districts. The street was full of tiny bakeries, falafel stands, vintage shops, and hidden courtyards. There was so much street food; people were lined up for falafel, laughter bouncing off the stone walls.

Ajax asks me, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “Yes,” I say, unable to tell him more with everyone around. He wraps his arm around my waist, in the casual way that he has, letting me know he’s here and loves me while he talks to the others at the table. I listen in, but Phoenix’s words make me sad. How many lives has she lived and she’s never had a friend. I haven’t even lived two decades and I feel almost desperate to make friends. ‘You don’t need to feel sorry for me. That’s not why I told you,’ she says.

But tonight, it was ours alone. Inside, the air was still, carrying the faint scent of fresh wood and promise. I closed the door behind us, shutting out the world. My cut hung heavy on my shoulders, but when I looked at her, it was like the weight lifted. “Kat,” I said, my voice rough, the name tasting like home. “Tonight, it’s just you and me. Before the boys, before the noise. I want this night with my Phoenix.” Her smile was soft, but her eyes blazed, and I knew she understood. This wasn’t about escape—it was about claiming the quiet, the fire, the bond we’d sworn before gods and family alike.

Phoenix was twenty-one when everything changed. He'd been with the Council for five years. Visiting twice a year. Always for two weeks. Always perfect visits. Always leaving us wanting more. But this visit was different. He arrived early. Unscheduled. Middle of the night. Appearing at the door looking exhausted. Broken. Wrong. "Phoenix?" I opened the door. Heart pounding. "What's wrong? Why are you here? What happened?" "I quit," he said. Voice hollow. "I left the Council. I'm not going back."