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She looked to the shore. She called over a young girl, barely seven years old, a descendant of a Sycophant who had found "Friction" and a Vance engineer. The girl’s eyes were a swirling amber, and her skin possessed the faint, translucent shimmer of the Eleventh Frequency. She was the personification of the Paradox. "This is for you," Sarah said, handing the 1956 Ledger to the child. "It’s a book of mistakes, rebellions, and very loud noises. It’s the history of why we aren't perfect."

Guess which option I would go with? William Henry returns me to my apartment building, and I slowly and painfully make my way up the steps to my apartment, half-dreading the fateful messages that await me on my cell-phone. Therefore, I am taken quite by surprise when I open the door to find Zeke calmly waiting for me on the living room couch, reading a knitting magazine. “Ah, Sarah, good to see you’re back,” he says in his snaky, unreadable voice. As usual, I can’t tell what is really going on in that calculating mind of his.

“There was no one for miles. Whoever it was, they did their homework well, staying off the property and only navigating the machine from a distance. Which makes me certain this has everything to do with Sarah and her past.” “All right… let’s put it this way…” Sarah straightened a bit. “And follow a timeline. It all started about 20 years ago when my parents tried to sacrifice me to the eclipse or whatever. Dragons saved me, and we lived at peace for a couple of years before I got enrolled in a boarding school to have some normal human life and experiences. Ten years later, I am ambushed by a group of freaks that obviously knew who I was, and Michael comes to get me. That’s when Dad finds out

‍ Zara is jus‍t lea⁠vin‌g. “I know. I’​m just—yo‍you're growi​ng up to​o fast‌.” “‍I’‍m eighte‌en‌. That’⁠s normal growing speed.” ​“Still too fast.” We g‌et her settled. Meet her roommate—a girl named Sarah. “​Another Sarah!” I‌ excl⁠aim. “‌Is​ that weird?” Zara asks. “No​t​ weird​. Just—nost⁠algic.”

But he wasn’t the only one changing. Sarah gasped, her pendant glowing white-blue, brighter than ever before. The light enveloped her, her skin burning with marks not curses, but something older. Purity, balance. She was the key and the First knew it. He snarled. “You will break my chain,” he whispered. Sarah’s voice was calm, steady, defiant: “Yes. And you will not touch him again.” The battle wasn't over, it had just begun

Nate Sarah stood up and waded across the water, her perfect little body calling to be touched. I knew she wanted me. She just needed a reason. I sat straight back, and spread my legs, giving Sarah room to sit in front of me. She turned slowly, letting my eyes take her in. Sarah lowered herself between my legs, resting her hands on my thighs. When she was settled, I reached up and moved her hair away from her neck. I started off soft, rubbing my hand up and down her neck, and then the back of her head and her scalp.

I instructed weakly, "then send for Mari. She cured Sara of a similar infection years ago. She has the touch for this." The room—my private sanctuary—felt far too small when the door suddenly flew open without so much as a polite knock. Sara stormed in, her eyes burning like blue fire. She caught Yara just as the healer was pulling on her clinical coat. Sara stopped short, her gaze darting between my bandaged chest and the woman at my bedside. A flicker of recognition crossed her features, and her face became uncharacteristically thoughtful. "I’ve seen you," Sara said, her voice dropping an octave, thick with suspicion. "I’ve seen those eyes before. In the Zone."

“Gabe, I am the Sacred Flame. I carry the Sacred Flame within me.” “Very good, Evelina,” an amused voice said with a mock clap. And when I looked at the form standing in the doorway to the dimly lit room I let out a shriek of surprise. Standing before me was Sarah, the very woman who had tried to kill us in my vision. A/n: NEw year's resolution: FINISH THIS BOOK WITHIN 15 DAYS. Also,signups open for my book 1001 Nights with the Lycan King, it is a fairy tale retelling of 1001 Arabian nights . HAPPY NEW YEAR.

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

"Fair enough. Just know that I'm doing this for myself, Sophia. I can't let him control my life." She squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "I get it, Sarah. Just be smart about it. If things get too risky, reconsider, okay?" With a nod, I assure her, "I'll be careful." "Now, how are you going to find the key to the door? I am assuming Vincent hides it well." Sophia grins. I lean in, adopting a mischievous grin of my own. "I guess I'll have tp snoop around discreetly and find out where he keeps that key. I've read enough mystery novels to adopt some sleuthing skills."