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This woman named Hanna is dangerous to be around. After Hanna finished writing all she wanted to say, Hideous's expression hardened into a steely resolve. He glanced at the papers on his desk, then turned his gaze to Mr. Park, his trusted secretary, who stood nearby. "Mr. Park," Hideous began, his voice low and commanding, "deal with this woman. permanently."

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Suddenly a chill seizes me, and I wonder if what I saw earlier is about to play out again. The punk's gaze darts from the handsome man to me as he weighs his options. With a curse, he wrenches his wrist free and steps back. "You're not worth it, you stuck-up bitch," he mutters, shooting me a venomous glare before he slinks away. "Is this your book?" the handsome man bends down, picks up the copy of What Great Paintings Say effortlessly despite its weight, and asks. There is concern in his green eyes but also admiration as he casually thumbs the edges of the book. His sudden appearance is a relief, and I'm grateful but also bewildered.

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"Our friend gave himself up for us. He sacrificed himself! There has to be a way to bring him back, right? Right?" The old man blinks at me. "He made the ultimate sacrifice." "Yes! That's what I'm saying!" Still, he continues to calmly look at me. "There is no unwriting that." "There has to be!" I curl my hands, my fingers tightening around the coin. ... The coin. I have the Golden Coin! "Damon." Turning around, I hold it up for him to see. His eyes flash with surprise. "Oh my god! You have it!" "Yeah." I lean against the wall, feeling like my insides are eating themselves. I have what we went into the pocket dimension for.

“Three compromised shipments. Two dead.” Zandrei nodded then he stood. “Stand him up.” The guards quickly lifted the man from the chair. His legs barely held him. Zandrei stepped closer. “So now,” he said mildly, “you’re going to help me understand something.” The man nodded wildly. “Anything, anything, sir...” Zandrei’s hand shot out and gripped his jaw hard enough to make him whimper. “Why,” he asked softly, “did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

You do not want to know the chance. "Ughh." Ren groaned. The others looked over at him. "I have a manual that can turn your.. incident into strength. However, it has a lot of negatives to it. Not recommended for the faint of heart and can not have you sharing it with anyone else." "Why can she not share it?" Valli asked.

“I'll wait for you there. See you, Kim!” Arriving at the coffee shop, I immediately ordered my favorite Americano. It seemed like a cozy place to refresh my mind. I pulled out my notebook, ready to continue yesterday’s research on Clostridium botulinum. It amazed me how something so tiny could pose such a massive threat to life. Shit! Even while working, I couldn’t stop thinking about that man. Who the hell was he? I was losing my mind, obsessing over him. This wasn’t like me. Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man.

I called, my voice trailing off as I watched him disappear down the hallway, heading to the hall where the party was still ongoing. I chewed on my lower lips, plunging my fingers into my styled raven dark hair. What was Dad discussing with a dangerous man like Vincenzo? Yes. I knew absolutely nothing about that man who sent shivers slashing down my spine, but I could tell he wasn’t a good person. I could feel it deep in my guts. Reaching out to my purse, I grabbed my phone and turned it on, typing against the keyboard as I searched for the name ‘Vincenzo.’