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She said as she continued to walk down the hall. Sarah finally came to a stop and opened the door to a room which she gestured for me to enter. A small round table sat in the middle of the room with only two chairs. Sarah shut the door behind me and I looked around the room at the books that lined the walls. The room reminded me more of a study than it did of a dining room. I ran my finger down a line of books reading the title of each. Most books were those of witch craft which leads me to believe that Master was a warlock unless he just found the books fascinating.

I froze in place, my thoughts juggling even when I tried to put the pieces of the situation together. “When I ran off to New Orleans six years ago, it was because I stumbled into something Father thought he’d buried,” she said slowly, her voice steady. “That was when I found out what the Rossis had done—and why Axel murdered Father. The only way we can reclaim power in the underworld is by joining forces with another powerful empire.” Mafia underworld. Empires. Blah blah blah. I didn’t want to hear any of it. What I wanted was a peaceful life back in Willow Creek, not something that would endanger my life.

I have been surprised too many times today and I wouldn’t wish for that shit to happen ever again. First it was some fucker trying to hack into my company’s firewalls and now, consummation of marriage? …. I resumed walking and stopped only when I arrived at my room. A hiss tore off my lips upon seeing an entire room, different from the room I slept earlier this morning before the wedding. “You’re back,” Ava let out a small smile, pointing at the new change in my room. “What do you think?” Was she really doing this because she found the room too dark?

m. A soft knock came before the door creaked open. A woman stepped in wearing a neat black uniform, her hair tied in a bun. She smiled as if we weren’t both trapped in Malaki’s world. “Ma’am,” she said gently. I blinked at her. “Who are you?” “My name is Sarah, ma’am. Your personal maid.” My personal what? Malaki never had maids before. Not here. Not in this place. “Since when did you start working here?” I asked, sitting up slowly.

"I'm looking for the lighthouse keeper. They said I might find you here." Maya's heart gave a small, familiar lurch. An old reflex. She made herself breathe. "I'm the keeper. I'm Maya. Can I help you?" The woman's eyes, a pale, washed blue, held hers. "My name is Sarah. I read your book. The one about the fox. Then I read the article. The one about..." She paused, searching for words. "About what happened to you. To your family." Maya felt the old, familiar prickle of caution. But she also felt something else: a quiet, steady presence that was new. She had told her story. She had chosen to let it be seen. She could choose to hear this woman's story too.

Dorian Carters, husband of Evelyn and father of Mia, was a cheater and a cold man who once told Mia only men could rule because he favored his illegitimate son more, but she proved she could lead and became a young billionaire like me. Sasha Carters, cousin of Mia, was a party freak. She followed Mia everywhere, and they were birds of the same feather, rude, party animals, queens of fvcking men, and obviously she was clearly using Mia for her money afterall Mia did the spending, the gifting, and she ate without once returning a dime. My gaze moved to the little girl standing there. Cassidy Carters, Mia's daughter, eleven years old. The girl whom she despised with all her heart. She got pregn

“Probably.” Ethan rolled on his side. Faced me. “Sarah.” “Yeah?” “I love you.” “I love you too,” I said. And I meant it. And I wasn’t scared of it. *March.* Miller Tech Q1 earnings. Record high. After the call, Linda came in with mail. One letter. FCI Florence return address. From: David. I stared at it. Then opened it. “Sarah,” “Heard about Q1. Good.” “The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.”

Now that is the type of question she live to hear and I can say she would be caught up in them. "That would be Throne of glass" I looked at her like she had grown two head "You read Sarah J Maas work?" Why was I even surprised though? I mean Throne of glass is like one of the best movies I have read in so many years. And hold up a bit, how did she knew the author "You know Sarah J Mass?" "Funny how you sound surprise and Yes, I do read Sarah's work although that was years ago" I can't believe it! Adele was an apt reader which made me wondered why she stop reading though.

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

Sky said "Are there weird things again?" "I remember that Sarah never came to the hospital to meet you and anything, I'm suspecting her." Sky said "Why? she's out friend and she won't do that." "She was jealous of you and she might me the one who make you like this." He touched my forhead and I looked at him disbelieve "But she was with you at that time." I told him and he looked at me weirdly "She can make someone to crash you Deandra.. You're so kind to not suspect her."