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She looks terrible with dark circles under her eyes, her clothes wrinkled, and her usually perfect hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She stands when I enter. "April. Thank god. I didn't think they'd let me in." "Carmen almost didn't." I don't sit. I stand in the doorway, arms crossed. "What do you want, Jess?" "I need to explain. About that night. About the dare." She wrings her hands. "Please. Just let me explain." "You have five minutes." She swallows hard. "I was paid. To dare you to kiss him. To get you close to Tyler Raven."

Once we are ready, we meet Freya, Ryder and Liliana at the top of the great hall, ready to greet our guests. "Raven, you look stunning," Liliana gasps, rushing over she hugs me tightly. She is wearing a very regal white gown that reminds me of something you'd see on an elfin queen. "I look every part the warrior while you and Freya look every part the queens," I mention as I turn to hug Freya, who is wearing a black gown with white under tones.

“I’m sorry but I am used to dressing a slenderer figure.” “Shall we leave?” he looked to Delfina seriously. “I can think of a hundred other designers off the top of my head who would love to dress the woman who is attending the Muraro Gala next Friday night as part of the Matrone family. You don’t need to put up with this shit.” “I’m used to it,” she shrugged. “Ercole –”

Sinfully gorgeous, as ever. “Gabrielle,”Rachel smiled.”You know,people will take you more seriously,if you didn’t dress like a hooker.” The Angel Of Death smiled,revealing perfect white teeth. “Rachel Murray…good to see you too,old friend.”

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure. Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.

Her blood felt hot, molten. Dylan appeared beside her, his form flickering like he was pushing through a fog. “I’m here,” he said. “I’ve got you.” Rachel reached for him, but Elira stepped between them. “No.” Dylan narrowed his eyes. “She made her choice.” Elira shook her head. “Not yet. She hasn’t felt what I felt. Seen what I saw.” Rachel gasped as visions slammed into her—flames, screams, the Warden’s face as he turned away, a hand outstretched and unanswered.

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.

"We're not going to say a word. You can trust us, Bastian." "How the fuck do I know that?!" I yell, shooting daggers and glowing blue eyes at River. Dylan faces the group of Alliance Alphas. He eyes glow blue. "If my sister ends up as an Alliance lab rat, everyone one of you will be torn to pieces." Wes crosses his arms. "That's cute, little man." Dylan gets up in his face. "Want to test me, punk?"

Kale POV Elizabeth Vance. The only child of the Pack General, Marcus Vance. Seventeen years old. Spoiled rotten, but somehow she had still grown into the kind of young lady everyone respected. Polished. Poised. The perfect arm candy for a dinner like this. Her hobbies were writing, reading, and other boring activities that were almost identical to Rhea’s….. My fist tightened around the file page, crinkling the edge. The photo of Elizabeth, with her blonde hair so similar to mine but green eyes instead of blue, stared back at me with a perfect smile. Perfect everything.

The scent of sulfur burned the air, and out of the smoke, a letter materialized, bound with black wax. The parchment dropped to the table with a sound too loud for its weight. We all stared. Blake’s hand was the first to move, fingers trembling only slightly as he broke the seal. His eyes scanned the words, and his face drained of color. I leaned forward, my chest heavy as he read aloud: Prince Blake, The girl you call mate is not what you believe. She is fire bound in flesh, a storm dressed in silk. She is danger. Give her to us, and your kingdom will remain whole. Refuse, and the kingdom will bleed for her.