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Celestine couldn't even see his face. Lifting her bag, Celestine got ready to face that person first. Celestine's heart skipped a beat, "Hiakk-Lily?!" Celestine and the figure were both surprised, the figure was none other than Lilyana with her extremely hideous appearance. "Hi, Cele ...." Celestine couldn't believe it, "Lily, what's going on? Why are you here?" How come? Compared to other places, currently the Sterne mansion was the safest place for Lilyana. And now, Lilyana stood before her with an all-black appearance, her gaze looking blank.

It's an elegant transition, but a difficult one to maintain especially when stealth is a priority. "It may have been a long time since I have done this, but I am no amateur," Silas growled, his heart and resolve set. He then began to roll in the grass, to try and mask his scent. Bellinor's estate is crawling with guards, even if he is physically invisible, he also has to obscure his scent. "Let's go!" Orion urged as his feelings merged with his wolf's. And with that, the beast speedily darted into the darkness. Silas sprinted at full speed, he was light on his feet, soundlessly gliding across the property like the breath-taking creature he is.

Chapter 62: Velvet Vice The silk of the evening gown was the color of a midnight storm, a deep, liquid charcoal that seemed to cling to Laila's skin like a shadow. Marcus had spent the morning applying a specialized chemical block to her forearms, temporarily dampening the visible flare of her silver markings so she could pass through the high society scanning grids without immediately triggering the corporate alarms. Yet, beneath the fabric, her skin still vibrated with the low, restless hum of the ancient well.

The dim light turned his grey-silver lashes translucent, casting long shadows over his cheeks. "It's not that bad," Chloe said, trying to lighten the mood. "It won't ruin the image of the perfect husband." Silas's ears shot straight up. He ducked down to rummage through the car's medical kit with a clumsy, frantic energy. "Hold still," he commanded, opening a tube of cooling gel. His pinky finger twitched as he applied it. Chloe flinched at the cold, and Silas immediately tightened his grip—firm, yet incredibly gentle. It was a side of him she hadn't seen.

I wasn’t allowed to speak yet. Shadowmire rituals followed. Quiet. Cruel. Not about pain, about control. They taught me silence. Death without violence. How to suppress my heartbeat until I couldn’t hear it at all. How to wear another man’s aura like a coat. They stitched a deathmask spell into my sternum, so if I ever fell in the field, I’d rot before anyone could study me. I wasn’t meant to leave a legacy. I was meant to leave nothing. And then, when I had survived what should’ve broken me, they gave me the final ingredient.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

SILAS I stand in my office, listening to the drums that started beating a few minutes ago, in commemoration of the Howling that will be commencing this evening. I adjust the clasp of my ceremonial coat and regard my reflection in the obsidian mirror mounted on the office wall. The coat is black silk, and threaded with dark silver sigils. In the lamplight the sigils shimmer faintly, shifting as I move, the way living things shift.

We walked up to it and Silas pulled it open, stepping into the building. It took less than a second for a sweet smell to drift through my nose, catching my attention. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes in the process. The anxious feeling intensified. A low growl erupted from my chest and when I opened my eyes, I saw Darian staring at me. "Dude, your eyes," he said, "they're bright green." I blinked. Silas looked at me with another smile, "It's because he senses his mate." 'I don't think it happened last time,' I told Darian in confusion.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧