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out of his own soul. The Board-members recoiled, their silver forms flickering with static. "**UNAUTHORIZED MODIFICATION! SYSTEM INTEGRITY: 40%!**" "I am not a protocol!" Silas roared. He lunged at the Board-members, his shadow-blades erupting from his wrists—not white, but a deep, midnight-violet that burned with the intensity of a dying sun. He slashed through the first Board-member, the liquid silver dissolving into a puddle of "Rejected Data."

My hands moved with clinical precision, sweeping essential supplies into the bag: concentrated antibiotics, surgical kits, and several vials of Liquid Silver. Then, my eyes landed on a small, unassuming box of amber glass bottles—synthetic pigment drops used for ocular reconstruction after trauma. Silas used these himself whenever he traveled into the human world to make the business deals that expanded his pack’s wealth; they were the only thing that could mask his predatory silver eyes, turning them a dull, unremarkable brown for an entire day. I didn't know why I was taking them, but something deep inside me urged me to shove the entire box into my bag.

I tapped him playfully. “Relax, it cannot work on everyone. It only works on people who have a lot to hide.” “Ohh, speaking of a lot to hide,” I chuckled, putting on a headscarf and covering up my face. Even my eyes, I covered up with shades. “I am not going to risk running into Silas today.” Speak of the devil and the devil appears. After I was done talking, I heard Silas's ridiculous laughter. Silas arrived. I gave him a look, and what I saw nearly made me fall over.

They watched in shock as Cole had her escorted from the VIP section of the club, then as she stormed from the premises. Angel said evenly “Wow, Kudos to you man. Now tell me how to get rid of all of them like that?” Cole said teasingly “Buy every place they attend so they have nowhere to go.” He caught Grant, Hunter, and Damon shaking their heads and watched her eyes light up as she asked, “You really think that’d work?” Hunter sighed and said “He was joking Angel you have your hands full right now. You need to keep focused on your other two projects till they are finished. No starting new ones until they are up and going. You are stretched way to thin.”

I try again, my voice a little stronger, but still not enough to send anyone running. I tried to move my arm again, gritting my teeth against the pain radiating through me. Finally managing to bring an arm up to my chest I pulled back the bandage covering my torso. My eyes wide with alarm. My whole chest was covered in swirling silvery patterns. Covering every inch of my once flawless skin. I mean I’ve always loved tattoos, but this is ridiculous. “They will fade with time.” A small voice startled me out of my horror, Lilith was stood in the door way, watching my expression.

"We still don't have enough shares to counterattack anything he..." "It doesn't matter at this point. He already put the Academy under my name. Decisions to do with it are solely my responsibility, therefore he won't intervene or his motives will be visible. He simply uses people. He's a coward. Fighting from the shadows is all he's capable of, so we simply need to cut off his limbs." "May I ask why you chose to partner with Kojo Designers and Touji Tailors?"

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

Indeed, my arm still aches, but the tingle that tells me about the iden's desire to be free intensifies, and I bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out. Saelyna looks at the cover closely with a frown. 'There's something…it's written in some kind of invisible ink,' she says. 'What does it say?' She frowns again, then as if on impulse, she opens her palm over the cover, emitting a pale blue light from her fingers.

I felt an undeniable attraction, much deeper than physical appearances, and I didn't know why. His aura was one that was a mixture of deep red and a slight translucent gray. The red came from him being grounded and a realist. Someone who is strong and independent. While the gray meant he was guarded, protected from things that he felt he had control over. He had other mixtures but those two colors were the most prominent and that, again, made me nervous.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.