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Isadora There was no hesitation, no patience. Just raw, pent-up hunger. The kind we’d both been burying for far too long. I grabbed his face and kissed him back like I’d been starving. Because I had. Because I hated how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. His hands moved over my body with the kind of desperation that made it clear he’d been holding back just as much. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him slowly, careful of his injury even as my mouth devoured his.

Seeing him like that, Kelsey sent me several more text messages, full of insults. But I never saw any of them. With no reply from me, Kelsey felt her efforts to provoke me were pointless. She was furious but had nowhere to vent it. It wasn't until my plane landed safely in Northendria at 1:00 AM that my father and Denton returned to the hospital room. Edwin didn't say a word to them. He rushed straight back home. As he stood outside the castle gates, his chest suddenly tightened, and he felt as if needles were stabbing at his heart. The pain made him drop to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

“Why are you being like this? Noel has done nothing but—” “Nothing?” Edmund interrupted, tilting his head. “Is that what you think? That boy betrayed me, Eloise. And for what? For you.” My stomach twisted at his words. “What do you mean?” He leaned back in his chair, exhaling as if this conversation was nothing but an inconvenience. “You know what? I was actually glad when Noel came back after years of hiding from you—hiding from the scandal he caused. Trying to snatch your husband away from you.” He let out a low chuckle. “Noel might be a freaking gay, but he has the qualities of a businessman that I’m looking for. I can even say he’s better than Edward.”

Where others would expect a face, Eden knew there would be only a black shape, but this time, with the shadow closer than ever, she saw two pale purple glowing orbs, burning where eyes would be, Her hands tightened on the cold canteen until her injured hand burned from the pressure. Everything in her body screamed at her to run, but she couldn't move... The tether in her chest grew hot and pulsed with anticipation, she stood rooted to the spot. The thing came closer, slow and deliberate, it stopped just beyond where the last of the sun was coating the centre of her clearing and did something no story could ever prepare her for... It spoke

“I, um… I lost your number, and I found it in an old notebook. So, I decided to call. How’s Eric? How’s Tessa? I’ve missed everyone so much.” “We missed you, too, girl!” Haley said, her voice trembling. “We filed cases. We hired investigators. We prayed every night. I just knew you were alive, Eddie. I felt it.” Eden bit back another sob. “I’m sorry I made everyone worry. I’ll come home soon. I’ve got good news. I’m better now.” A baby cried softly in the background, and Eden’s chest tightened. “Is that your baby?” she asked softly. “Yes,” Haley replied. “Kyrell. My little boy.”

“I’ve been in this alone for a long time, Callum.” “You’re not anymore.” ⸻ The next morning, frost glazed the yard like glass. Eden stepped onto the porch barefoot, cardigan drawn tight against the chill. She meant to grab the mail. But her breath hitched at the sight waiting on the top step. A crow. Neck snapped. Wings mangled. Its black eyes stared up at her like tiny mirrors. She didn’t scream. Didn’t even flinch. She bent slowly, scooped the bird into a plastic bag, and tied it off with shaking hands.

Ataraxis asked as she pointed her sword at Welkin. The smile on Ataraxis's face disappeared as Welkin suddenly became serious. "I'm just kidding don't be so serious Wizard." Ataraxis said while laughing a bit as she put the sword back at the table. "Mister Welkin what does the world of Echor look like?" Yūgen asked suddenly. Welkin smiled at Yūgen and just ignored Ataraxis. Welkin began to talk about the colorful world of Echor. From the beautiful flowers and delicious food that only in Echor can find and about the kind elves, muggles and dwarves he met in his five hundred years of existence.

He underestimated me the way he always had, mistaking my patience for weakness. After that, I waited for him to make a mistake big enough to bury himself. Repeat offenders didn’t get mercy. If we caught him again, there would be no appeals. He would rot behind bars until time itself forgot him. I thrived in war. I always had. Edison knew that. That was why he wouldn’t come for me directly. Just then, Ezra went to me, his face drained of color. “Alpha,” he said carefully. “We just picked up Edison’s signal.”

Five years ago, Janice Soto stepped into her dying twin sister’s life to keep Eden Duncan from falling apart. Pretending to be the woman he loved was supposed to be temporary, a final promise made in a hospital room filled with goodbye and grief. But somewhere between borrowed kisses, late-night silences, and the life they built together, Eden fell for the wrong sister without ever knowing the truth. When the deception finally shattered, it didn’t just destroy them, it nearly killed him. And before Eden could wake up and face what she had done, Janice disappeared carrying the one secret that belonged to both of them. Now she is back in New York, stronger, colder, and no longer willing to l

The Hunter and I stand in a void, the chord's last note fading. "Did we win?" he asks. Before I can answer, the note *twists*. A fissure opens, vomiting forth a figure-Eden, whole and unharmed, his scars gone, his eyes clear. "Mom?" he whispers. The static in me goes silent. The Hunter aims his reborn gun. "Don't. It's not him." But Eden smiles, and it's *his* smile-the one from before the crown, before the hunger. The hunger never ends. But neither do we.