Sage Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"I don't want to see anyone." "Pity.Cause I'm not going anymore."Sage heard Lana say at the door.What in the world was she doing here and why was she wearing the cross Bruno had given her."Do you mind."She told Margarita."I wanna talk with her."Margarita gave her a worried look. "It's okay."Sage assured her."Give us a few minutes.What do you want here." Sage asked her when they were alone."You not welcome here and where did you find my cross.Why are you wearing it."

I ask the only thing that makes sense right now. Sage broke into her penthouse to steal this key, it has to be important, right? There has to be a reason. “Jewels, gold, weapons and old gems? Take your pick,” she scoffs sadly, but I shake my head. “Sage is a literal billionaire and not the greedy kind either; he likes making his money through his own means so I doubt he’s after Seelie gems,” I say, sitting back and crossing my arms. “Is there anything else he could want? Something he can’t find anywhere else?”

Small stands of plantain and giant bird-of-paradise for privacy. Sage raised his brows as he noticed the doorway had taken some loving inspiration from its design, for it was not the standard ancient rectangular shape but the sort of archway that brought every eye upward. She followed him, and the old woman watched her carefully. "And who is this young miss, my sire?" "Oh, this is Sophie. My mate," Sage replied blankly. "This is amazing. Welcome, dear. Come sit here."

Steadying herself using the drawer, Sage couldn't help but feel a little silly. She had gone to such lengths to win a game of hide-and-seek. It would've been extremely embarrassing if she had tripped and fallen. Fortunately, no one else was there. Sage sighed in relief and reached out to close the drawer. But then she noticed a wooden box inside with its lid half-open. Inside, she spotted something that looked familiar—a crescent-shaped, light purple crystal hair clip.