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“And I’ll stay.” I crossed to her, brushed my hand against her shoulder. “You link the second something changes. Even a flicker.” “I will.” Maddox touched Evelynn’s hand one more time. Calder breathed out a curse. Rafe kissed her temple. And then the four of us walked out into the hall. Brothers going to war. The pack house smelled like dust, smoke, and blood. The roof had partially collapsed. Shards of stone and broken beams littered the ground. Glass crunched under our boots.

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“Why the hell not?” What the fuck have I got to lose? The man already took everything from me; all I have left is my life. Besides, it’s not much of life, and if he kills me, then he’ll put me out of my misery. “Meet me out front in twenty minutes.” After a shower and changing into jeans and a green woollen jumper, I meet the girls out front. Harper drives us to Meadow Wood, which is a huge clothing store in Zidiah. We don’t have to worry too much about humans; we rarely see any in Zidiah. Those we do see are mated to shifters.

Just silence and four concrete walls. When Mario told me, I offered to go handle her myself. I could break her. I know I could. But he told me to wait. “Let her sit in the quiet,” he said. “Let the shadows do the work.” Yonkers has a way of peeling people apart, layer by layer. Eventually, the rats become your only friends. I’ll deal with her soon enough. Face to face, but not until I’ve finished what she started. Not until I’ve erased every piece of the mess she helped create. She’s not slipping through the cracks this time.

Chapter 4 Aurelia "Sorry," I whispered automatically, reaching for the book. "I didn't see you there." "That's because you weren't looking," he said, his voice deep and smooth. He didn't hand me the book immediately, instead examining the cover. "Psychology 101. Are you a freshman?" I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly. My brain was screaming at me that this gorgeous stranger was talking to me, actually talking to me, and I needed to say something normal and not weird.

Apollo said and because of what he said I suddenly felt light in my mood. It only means, if I will give an ordinary blueprint, I will not be chosen. I smiled inwardly. This is easier than I thought. I cannot verbally say that I don't want to do it, but I can just choose not to be chosen. "You said it would be four of us...who's the fourth?" Khleo asked. I don't care who's the fourth person. What I care about right now is to make sure, my design will not be chosen. "You'll meet the fourth person on the third day. For now, just make sure to do your best in this project." Apollo responded to us.

Daniel sat with the key in the April kitchen and found that he was, without qualification, glad. End of Chapter Eighty-Four

For now. END OF CHAPTER 4

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Ever since we had step foot out of the elevator Four had been almost always silent his grip on my hand tightened like it was claimed on there, his mouth was set in a straight line as no trace of a smile ever being placed there was evident. He gave the same hard cold look to anyone that even looked up at him which was just one man but as soon as his eyes met Fours they flew to the ground again not bothering to glance at me. My eyes skimmed over the people, they looked so normal. They looked like humans not the beasts that they actually were. I felt Fours pull on my hand as he began taking more of his long strides down the street pulling me closer so that our sides were touching. I let my eyes