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Confusion riddled my tone. "That means he doesn't remember any of it because those were the memories he exchanged for his tongue," Quade quipped with a tight smile. "Oh..." "He was good at it," Quade whispered but it was still loud enough for Victor to hear, "and his old habits die hard." "I see that," I giggled—which surprisingly wasn't difficult to do. Quade playfully nudged his shoulder into mine with a devious grin, "You've never been safer." "Yeah, he's my real-life hero."

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

"Even if you used to work closely with Daniel, look at Daniel's current state! Why would you still choose to stand with him?" Everyone voiced their condemnation, and Mr. Quicksilver was furious. He pointed at Quincy and berated, "You ungrateful child! Were you threatened by someone? How could you do such a foolish thing? Did someone force you to take the blame? Speak!" Feeling that she was being indirectly criticized, Melanie calmly sneered, "Mr. Quicksilver, I can't figure out how creating trouble for him benefits me or the perfume department of Jones Enterprise. Do you think I can calm the public by blaming someone random from Jones Enterprise?

"Ms. Quill, Frank Lawrence had at least brought an item to trade, while you came empty-handed… Don't you think you're out of line?" To Silverbell and Frank's surprise, Ms. Quill was in the room too, snorting. "Hah! Frank Lawrence, you say? Do you really give that scum that much credit? Well, I'm telling you—I'm much smarter, so don't compare me with him!" "I do agree, in a way." Titus chuckled coolly again. "You certainly can't compare to him, what with your ego and unscrupulous behavior." "What did you say?!"

But to every soul that had ever heard the bloom’s hum in their chest. “To those who walk in shadow: we do not fear you. To those who build in silence: we do not silence you. To those who remain unrooted: the bloom offers soil, not chains.” “Come not to kneel. Come to resonate.” It was the first global call of the Silver Pact. And it did not command. It invited. Three days after the call, a new bloom appeared. Not in the forest. Not near any bonded soul. But in the Hollow Plains, where no magic had touched in centuries.

If there is one person in the Darkwood Mafia I absolutely do not mind giving compliments to, it's her. She really makes age seem like just a number. “ Hmm now it seems you both really are trying to ignore me huh,” Mason “Well, I'm glad you noticed, so just why exactly are you still here ?” Silver asked in a cold tone as she turned right to him. “Because I can, old Lady,” Mason responded with a smirk. Silver got pissed off by his words instantly, her eyes literally seemed to be shooting out bullets towards Mason, and he definitely seemed to enjoy seeing her furious look as he could hide the shrug smirk on his face

I groaned, gripping Jace's shoulder to pull myself upright. ​"Can you run?" Jace asked, supporting me as we slipped out of the cell and into the dimly lit corridor. ​"I can survive," I grunted, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. "Did you manage to get it?" ​Jace nodded grimly, reaching into his heavy leather tunic. He pulled out a small, exquisite wooden box lined with protective velvet. He popped the latch, revealing a shimmering, liquid-like mercury substance that glowed with a faint, ethereal violet hue. It was the Starlight Quicksilver, a legendary, heavily guarded substance kept deep within the royal treasury.

"What? Tell me, oh mighty all seeing goddess. What was I thinking? Jules knows I was there for him. He knows, so stop saying shit!" Venus clapped her hands, slowly. "Oh wow, David. Your acting skills are superb; just amazing. Look, you're even trying to convince your self right now. Let me help you out since you can't even tell the truth to yourself. The truth that you're trying to deny is; you were glad that friendship ended. Deep down, you were relieved that you didn't have to deal- let me quote you here. Deep down you were glad that you didn't have to deal with all that depressing shit. That's what you see Jules as— Depressing. Shit."

It was in the cold echo of the northern training yard, his voice cutting through the winter air like a blade dulled by disappointment. “You shame her memory with every misstep,” Silas said, not bothering to lower his voice. “Do you think grief earns you favor? Skill? No. If you cannot hold your blade steady, girl, don’t pretend to fight like Marisella.” Trixie bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Across the courtyard, Trisha looked on with a delicate smile and hands folded neatly behind her back. “She’s trying, Father,” Trisha said gently, always the diplomat, always the darling. “You know how fragile she is.”

Seth added. "The shares are apology enough," I replied dismissively. I could not care less about his words as they meant nothing to me now. Seth was caught off guard by my reply, and he smiled awkwardly. "We're moving abroad, Stella. We probably won't come back." Their disappearance was their second gift to me—another abandonment that I welcomed this time. "Good," I said simply. ... When the scores came out, I had a perfect 1600, while Xavier scored 1590. That night, under a star-filled sky, we sat on the swings and shared a knowing smile.