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Sloan: “where is his last location?” Daniel: “The girl was taken from Albany this afternoon.” Sloan: “We are riding out at first light.” Daniel: “We? Who is We?” Sloan: “I’m working with someone on this one.” Daniel: “You never work with anyone” Sloan: “Yeah, well, this time, it’s personal for this person, so I told him he could help.” Daniel: “Him? Sloan, you’re working with a man?” Sloan: “um... I have to go. Bye!”

I couldn't help but giggle at his expense, but at the same time, I didn't want to be blamed for anyone's death. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't cancel my admission," I said, feeling defeated. He let out a sigh of relief. "Only on one condition," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "And what is that?" "You see that bookshelf over there?" he pointed to the corner of his office. I turned to look at the bookshelf, and sure enough, the books were scattered. "What do you want me to do there?" I asked. "Well, you're going to arrange it, and it must be according to their titles," he said, clearly enjoying himself.

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“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

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Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Halima was confused. “Her first book,” Sloane said suddenly. “Her first book was about an alien who was into bondage. All of her books have a thread of kink to them. We always thought she simply has a vivid imagination but maybe she goes for research? There is no way she’s participating. She’s got the lowest pain threshold of anyone I know. The girl cries with a paper cut. I mean I love her to death but she’s a wimp. There is no way she’s getting spanked, tied up, flogged, clamped or anything else.”

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"We give him what he wants. All three hybrids. In the same place. At the same time." "That's suicide." "No. That's bait." Her gold eyes burn. "We let him try to drain us. And when he does, we drain him back." --- **[End of Chapter 119]**

“Good timing. I was actually looking for you. Dane forgot one of his books when he dropped something off last week, and I figured I’d return it to you guys since I was in the area.” I must’ve looked terrible because her expression softened instantly. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I pressed a hand to my forehead. “It’s… a long story.” “I’ve got time,” she said simply. Something about Sloane always made me feel grounded, even before I knew she was a witch. So I told her. Everything. The strange behavior. The off comments. The mismatched memories. The phone call with the real Delilah that didn’t line up with anything. When I finished, Sloane’s face had gone still in a way that made my stomach twis