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Maybe I am being overly reacting but I can't help it. Besides Ezra, I have another friend whom I trust more than Ezra. She is Joanna and we were literally sisters in the form of friends. She knows my deadly one-sided love for Ezra and his indirect rejection of my advances and she hates him for it and as a person too. She thinks Ezra is an overly egotistical handsome Jerk, who thinks everything is easy. I don't mind her words because Sometimes Ezra is like that. See my whole world and thoughts revolve around him, I need to stop thinking about him and should create my world.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

My fingers closed not around the cool metal of a derringer, as I’d half-expected, but around soft, worn leather. A journal. Caleb’s journal. The first pages were in a strong, elegant hand—entries from before the attack that put him in a coma. Observations on business, sketches of sailing yachts, notes on a violin concerto. Then came the gap. The next entries were different. The writing was faint, tremulous, a spider’s crawl across the page, as if the hand holding the pen fought against immense weight. Day unknown. There is a voice. It reads Dickens. Great Expectations. I hate that book. But I cling to the voice. It is an anchor in the dark.

“She watches you and was angered by her sister's tears." The room suddenly felt smaller, and my grip on my knees tightened, having a hard time breathing, but the seer didn't even flinch and continued as though she were wrath itself. “You'd still have all your strengths if you'd treated your wife with the dignity she deserved. But because of the savagery you demonstrated, you angered her sister more,” she said quietly. “So she decided to punish you with the same thing you punished her sister with." I fell back against the chair as if something had pushed me, my gaze darting around the room involuntarily, as if I'd somehow see Olympia standing in some dark corner, watching me.

Although Sahara's expression had drastically changed, she still managed to maintain her last dignity as she shouted, "What are you all doing? I'm still the head of the Damien Family and the president of Damien's Technology, which makes me someone with a higher status. If you dare to touch me, I'll call the police. There are now rules in society and what you are doing is illegal!" However, Hilda sneered coldly. "Not only did you try to illegally sell a first class national relic, you even tried to poison your own younger brother. Where were your so called rules then?" The moment Hilda mentioned about a younger brother being poisoned, Sahara suddenly found an excuse to buy her way out and yell

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

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I hoisted the coarse burlap sack onto my back. "Go on then. Go find your mother, the one who chose glory and power." Dad's voice came out hoarse. He waved his hand as if trying to drive away something ominous. My younger sister, Sunna Jones, hid behind Dad's broad, rigid frame and lifted her chin at me triumphantly. She mouthed the words, "Just you wait, my 'noble' sister." A faint smile flickered across my lips before I turned and stepped into the cold drizzle. The chill pierced my thin clothes like needles, sinking deep into my marrow. My body, constantly eroded by the fractured wolf, craved warmth with a feverish desperation.

His expression darkened, betrayal and hunger and something raw I couldn't name. Chapter 7 didn't end in romance or resolution. It ended in chaos. The truth was out. I wasn't the lost sister. I was the heir. And now? The real war could finally begin.

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