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I said. He nodded. "Good work," he said, in the particular even way that was very Kade and very James simultaneously. Nora appeared from the kitchen. "Section four," she said. "Yes," I said. "The primary right independence argument," she said. "Clara's framing." "Yes," I said. "I want to read more of Clara's work," she said. "Can you send me the papers?" "She is a research fellow at Columbia," I said. "I will introduce you."

Even though the official regional charter sat sealed and signed on the table, and the outlaws of the lower gorge had long since scattered into the wind, an ex-Alpha’s vigilance never truly retired—especially now that his world had expanded to include a fragile, growing life. Nora sat across the room in the large armchair by the hearth, her feet resting on a hand-woven stool. She was examining a small, leather-bound ledger filled with trade projections and resource tallies sent up by Marcus’s supply caravans. Her brow was furrowed in mild, analytical concentration as she calculated grain yields and timber stockpiles for the upcoming winter months.

“Langsford. He’s been weird since he took over the psych slots.” Nora wrinkles her nose. “Men. Anyway, I need to stop by Davenport Co. Papers for Dad. Come with me? It won’t take long.” The possibility of seeing Killian on a random weekday lights under my ribs so fast it’s almost embarrassing. “Yes.” She grins and pulls out of the lot. The Davenport building is all glass and quiet money. Nora flashes something at security and we step into the elevator together. She hits the button for the top floor, then looks at me.

"That's why it needs to go public. Now, before Corvin has any chance to bury this the way he's buried everything else." "I'm sending everything to my reporter contact right now," Nora said, already pulling up something else on her screen, her fingers moving fast. "He said if we got him proof, he'd run it before the deadline. This is more than proof. This is..." She trailed off, and I watched her scroll through what she already compiled, her expression shifting with every passing second, disbelief and horror settling deeper into her features. "Nora?" I said, worried by her sudden silence. She didn't answer right away, still scrolling, still reading through the sheer volume of what we sent her

Her lips were parted, breath shallow, eyes unfocused. He had seen her exhausted. He had seen her furious. He had seen her break and rebuild herself more times than he could count. But this? This was different. He crossed the room in seconds, tuning out Ava’s sharp voice behind him. “Nora,” he said urgently. “What is it?” She blinked. Once. Twice. “I…” Her throat worked. “I don’t…” Her gaze dropped back to the paper, then slowly lifted to him again. “What’s that?” Noah asked gently, easing the document from her stiff fingers.

"You have not brought a woman home since Isabella died." The mention of her name made my jaw tighten. "Nora is different." "How?" Clara asked. "Who is she? Where did she come from?" "She is payment for a debt." I kept my voice steady. "Landon signed her over to me." Adrian raised his eyebrows. "Darius's son? The hospital empire family?" "Yes." "And you accepted her?" Clara's tone was skeptical. "Why would you want another person's burden?" Because she looks exactly like Isabella. Because seeing her face made my dead heart beat again. Because I could not let her go.

Nora had been betting on the research she had come for to cement her place in the research world, the project was to be done with top researchers from around the world and she missed out on it, they would probably have started work already, even if she gets released from the hospital now, she would not be able to continue as she wasn’t in the state of wellbeing to be able to work in a research laboratory, just the thought of what she has lost made her want to go crazy and she would if the doctor keeps talking about her captor as if he was her savior. “Well, that’s not in my place to decide, he brought you here and he is responsible for you until he says otherwise,” The doctor replied. Nora c

“You’re so defenseless against me, huh?” Silvia blushed. “Do you want me not to feel aroused by you?” she asked. “Of course not! I like you like this. I like how defenseless you are, and how you have no resistance because I’m touching you.” The man finished speaking in a low voice, then he came over and kissed her lips passionately as he made her succumb to him. One day, Nora did something out of the blue. First, she suddenly and inexplicably moved a bunch of documents and stuffed them all into Ophelia’s bedside table. She explained to her mother that these were important documents, and she had no place to put them, so she had to keep these documents with her mother.

He looks at her, searching for an explanation, and asks, "Miranda Nashville has been doing nothing but wrong to you all along, and you're saving her now. May I ask the reason?" Nora takes a deep breath, her eyes gleaming with determination. She shakes her head, correcting Blackwood's assumption. "I'm not saving her," she clarifies, her voice filled with conviction, "I'm planning to ruin her, in my own way." Blackwood's expression shifts as he begins to grasp the scheme brewing in Nora's mind. "Blackwood, promise me," Nora implores, her voice tinged with urgency, "you won't reveal this until I say you to." The weight of their promises hangs in the air as they both understand the significance

Paul turned toward Nora, who smiled at the two couples on the couch. "It's nice to meet you. I promise Jon will not get out. I will do everything in my power to keep you from having to testify against him. With all the evidence, it shouldn't be necessary unless you want to." Nora held her hand out to each person as she spoke. Natalia immediately liked her. She was short, probably no more than five foot two, with short blonde hair cut in a pixie cut. As cute as she was, Natalia could tell she was all business and could command a room. She smiled at her.