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He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

Daniel is adding nuance quietly. Power once hidden is now analyzed. And analysis creates its own pressure.

"I have documentation proving Thomas was of completely sound mind. You're welcome to try, but you'll lose." Nina couldn't breathe. Two hundred and thirty million. A company. A board seat. "When does this take effect?" she whispered. "Immediately. In fact..." Lucas checked his watch. "There's a board meeting tomorrow morning at nine AM. Your presence is demanded. Hale Corporation is at a crossroads. The decisions made in the next few weeks will determine the company's future. Your thirty percent gives you considerable power, Ms. Grant. People will want your vote." "People like who?"

“Oh wow. The dead rises.” “Barely,” I mutter, dropping my bag by the door. “Tonight was chaos.” “Lemme guess,” she says. “Henry cornered you again about his ‘entrepreneurship journey’?” I snort while kicking off my boots. “Yeah. Apparently I’m one motivational podcast away from financial freedom.” Troy laughs quietly without looking up. “You do look different tonight, though.” I freeze for half a second. “Different how?” He shrugs. “I dunno. Less homicidal than usual after work.”

My battlefield before the battle had even begun. I opened my eyes and glanced at the book, at the pages glowing softly under my touch. The anticipation thrummed in my veins. Tomorrow, I would begin. Tomorrow, the hidden domain would take shape. I closed the book slowly, reverently, knowing I had found more than a manual. I had found the key to a future no one, not even the forces that had stalked me, hunted me, or sought to destroy me, could touch. My power, my life, my pack, it could all be protected.

“No tests.” Her shoulders dropped slightly. “No pain. No machines. No fear so don’t be worried,” I added gently as I pulled a feather from my pocket and placed it on my palm. “Voss taught us that power has to be forced,” I said. “That it comes out when we’re scared or angry.” Paloma nodded slowly. “But that’s not true,” I continued. “Power listens and it follows how you feel.” I glanced at her. “You’re not broken, Paloma.. No one here is..”

he demanded. “That’s the thing about white oak,” Nyx said pleasantly. “It doesn’t announce itself. Doesn’t give warnings. It just works. Quietly. Steadily. Until one day you reach for your power and find nothing there.” She tilted her head. “Could take days. Could take weeks. But it will happen, Evander. Every dark spell, every corrupt ritual, every piece of yourself you traded for power, all of it, gone.” “There has to be a counter...”

“That’s common. Weak men hide behind force.” My chest tightened, but I didn’t interrupt. “Real power,” he went on, turning back to me, “is invisible until it’s too late to fight it.” He tapped one screen, isolating a network diagram that branched like veins. “This,” he said, “is influence. Companies, governments, banks. They don’t move independently. They respond to pressure.” He looked at me then, truly looked. “And so do people.” I shifted in the chair, my fingers curling against the armrest. “So how do I do it? How do I find the power?”

" _*]:min-w-0" I closed my eyes, reaching for the power that had been terrifying me for weeks. Instead of fighting it or suppressing it, I tried understanding it. The magic wasn't inherently destructive. It was responsive to intention and emotion. During the fight, my intention had been chaos and protection. Now my intention needed to be restoration and healing. _*]:min-w-0"> "Show me how to fix this," I whispered to the power. "Show me how to make things right." _*]:min-w-0">

“Thank you.” “For?” “Making me see that I can have both, this and the world I’ve been raised to rule.” “You can do whatever you set your mind to. I have no doubt.” She laid her hand over mine. “Thank you.” It was my turn to question. “For…?” “When Papá informed me of our wedding, I didn’t think we would ever have this—love—it’s more than I could have imagined.” Thank you for reading NOW AND FOREVER, Catalina and Dario’s story. Coming next in the Brutal Vows series, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Mia and Aléjandro’s story.