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I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as he moved closer to me. “Who is Riya?” “Oh, Riya?. She's Someone I met at the heaven’s gate before the moon goddess asked me to go back” “What are you saying?You met who?” He suddenly looked pale, flushed white like he just saw a ghost. “I saw Riya at the heaven's gate, she's the prettiest ghost I've ever seen.” Lucians fingers were shaking, he continued to wipe the sweat off his hand on his pants. He folded his fist, then released it to wipe on his pants again.

"Salinger won't take this lying down. He's invested too much. He'll come after us—after all of us—to keep these documents from seeing daylight." "Then we make sure they see daylight before he can stop us." Riley's voice was hard. "We go public. Now. With everything—the documents, the Blackridge connections, Salinger's history. We put it all out there, and we let the world decide." "That's dangerous," Kyle said. "You're talking about declaring war on a man who's killed people for less." "I'm talking about doing what Tata would have done." Riley met his eyes. "He didn't back down. Neither will I."

Rilley rolled her eyes and plopped down on the couch next to me. “Well,” she started, lowering her voice – she still had no idea that Killian was the secret business partner I’d met with last week, “I have some good news, despite everything that’s happened.” Riley grabbed the bag she had dropped by the couch when she came in. “Before they detained me, I had a chance to check my computer.” She pulled out her thin laptop as well as large stack of files. She tossed the files in my lap and opened up the computer.

he added, so Sage breathed deeply. “Alright,” he said to Rafael, and he sat beside me. “Thank you,” Rafael said, and he bowed to us. Then, he left. After what happened, I irritably looked at Sage, then I talked, “Are you serious Sage? You believe in him?!” I irritably asked, so he laughed sarcastically. Then, he spoke. “No one can outsmart me, it was obvious he was lying,” he said and looked at me seriously, “I am readying my trap to catch the killer,” he said.

And while I couldn’t see my own eye color, I was told it was a deep green, whereas Rowens eyes changed into an electric blue. “Interesting.” I said to Titan. He agreed, it was strange, but that was not the point so I shook it off. We were here for Sage, and Sage alone. Raziel was already at the cage questioning him. I could have told him it was no use. Sage only answers to Sage. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I learned that in the short time I was on The Otherside with him. Suddenly Raziel turned around to face us. “We should kill him.” He said, with a stone cold facial expression.

“You’re adapting.” “I’m trying.” They stopped outside a tent draped in tattered red cloth. Inside, it smelled like old paper and firewood. A man sat cross-legged, blindfolded, head tilted. “You brought her,” he said. Rachel stepped inside. “You knew I was coming?” “I *felt* you.” Dylan crossed his arms. “Cut the theatrics, Sage. We need answers.” “Then ask,” Sage said, pulling off his blindfold. His eyes were pale silver, completely clouded.

“They’ve got it. Thanks, though.” Riley raised an eyebrow at the two men in black. “Okay, that’s… intense. Bodyguards?” “Family thing,” I said vaguely. “They’ll be gone soon.” She nodded like that made perfect sense. “Cool. I’m from Seattle. Pre-med. You?” “California native. Business… maybe? Still figuring it out.” Riley laughed. “Same. I wanted to be a surgeon until I realized I faint at blood. Now I’m thinking public health. Or marine biology. Or just dropping out to become a barista.”

This was… consuming. My thumb mashed the contact for Dr. Walker. He was my best friend, and one of the best doctors I knew. He’d know what to do. The phone rang once, twice. It felt like an eternity. “Walker! It’s Riley. She’s… she’s collapsed. On the floor. She’s burning up. Like, really burning. Her skin is scorching hot. Her breathing is shallow.” My voice was breathless, my usual steady tone replaced by frantic urgency. I could hear the shake in my own words.

"A year ago, I was just a college swimmer trying to make it to Olympic trials. Now I'm writing a book, training independently, in love with my mate. Everything changed." "Is that okay? The change?" "It's more than okay. It's perfect." Samuel looked at her. "You're perfect." "I'm really not." "You are to me." Riley leaned into him, the bracelet he'd given her cool against her wrist. "What do you think happens next?" she asked. "I don't know. But I know we'll face it together." "Together," Riley agreed. The city stretched out below them, full of possibility and promise. Six months ago, Riley had been a journalist afraid to feel anything. Now she was an author, an entrepreneur, a mate.

I looked out at the dark forest. “You’re not the worst. But you certainly aren’t the best.” My eyes widened as I looked at Riley. He sat down next to me, taking one of the cigarettes from the box and lighting it. Leaning back, he let out the smoke directly above the both of us. He looked thin, his eyes sunken in a bit, and dark circles digging deep under his eyes. Still, he looked beautiful. The moonlight reflected off his hair and skin, making him glow. “I certainly didn’t think I was the best. Now I don’t even know if I hit top twenty.” I took a long drag and looked back out at the night.