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Sloane muttered, scrolling through her phone, “if I see one more group project pop up in my email before midterms, I’m going to fake an emotional breakdown. I’ll cry. Ugly cry.” I laughed, adjusting the cape around my neck. “You already cried over that macroeconomics quiz.” “Because that was a betrayal,” she said dramatically. “But seriously, after midterms. I’m doing nothing but sleeping, brunch, and bad decisions. In that order.” I smirked, letting my fingers run through the ends of my hair before the stylist returned. “I need something more than sleep. Maybe a weekend getaway. Malibu? Or Palm Springs?” Sloane perked up. “Palm Springs sounds like a dream. Poolside mimosas, zero responsibil

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Those workers never learn. Seeing a library filled with books wasn’t what she expected for a bunk room, there was a lot of shelves, like the ones in college. “I left San Francisco because of Fred. I left my two billion dollars’ worth of goods in the hands of my untrusted workers just for you.” Sloane moved closer, she knew that voice, it was Demi’s. She moved a little bit closer, prying through the holes of the shelves, Demi was sitting behind a much smaller shelf, she was speaking with someone but it was nearly impossible to see who it was.

Dalton POV — Morning sunlight spilled through the cabin’s window, golden and soft, cutting through the quiet like a whisper. The fire had burned down to embers, and the air still smelled faintly of rain and woodsmoke. Sloane sat at the edge of the bed, her hair tangled from sleep, one of my shirts draped over her shoulders. She stared out the window, silent, watching sunlight drip across the wet pine trees outside. I leaned against the doorframe, a mug of coffee in hand, studying her like she might disappear if I blinked too long. There was something different about the way she sat, peaceful but distant, like part of her was already somewhere else.

This might prove easier than he’d thought. His first task was to get that book of Nick’s so that Alison couldn’t discover alternative methods for getting her vibration ready to shift into shadow land. Since she’d already been without Nick for a week, she should be feeling the lowering of her body’s vibration level and be eager to do something to keep it up. From the electricity he felt between them when they first met, he was certain it wouldn’t take long to get her into his bed, once he’d gained her trust; if for no other reason than the fact that she didn’t want to regress when she was so close to being ready.

Closing the book, Sloane asks, “Should we get some cheeseburger? You've not eaten anything today. We need you to eat so you can be healthy for the days ahead.” I don't know how much impact my traumatic life has had on Sloane. Accepting her care was the only validation I feel I can offer to her. “Yes, let's get it.” She smiles and drives into the restaurant we were going to pass. My phone chimes, and then messages begin to pop up on the screen continuously, which catches the attention of Sloane and me. “What's happening?” She leans to look over the screen

Yeah, what did he mean? “Nothing.” For the next hour, Aslan introduced her to so many people and she took their autographs. She was excited like a kid in the candy store and Aslan couldn’t help but smile. A commotion made them all turn towards the door and walked in a handsome figure in a suit. Elena’s eyes widened when she saw Jake Archer making his entry and he beamed at them. Aslan made his way to him and the two men hugged. His book “The Doormat” was the No.1 New York Times Bestseller for the last two years and Aslan had himself taken part in the promotional campaigns for his best author.

“Oh yeah?” “Yeah, it says here that the partnership was dissolved because Dr. Quinn chose to . . . research something else with a friend and former colleague, Dr. Frank M. Cash,” Lacey said and handed the book to Layla. “Start ten pages back and work up to where I stopped.”

Professional. "You've reached Jackson. Leave a message." The beep came too fast. I wasn't ready. "Hi. It's me. Sloane. Obviously you know that. Caller ID. I'm rambling. Sorry." I took a breath. Tried to focus. Failed. "I'm calling because I saw you tonight. At Murphy's. I was outside. In my car. Peter told me to come and I came but I couldn't go in. I sat there for twenty minutes like an idiot and then I left. And now I'm home and I'm drunk and I'm calling you at two in the morning because apparently I make terrible decisions."

Sloan snapped rolling her eyes “ You wish ” she answered sarcastically “ Rancher’s room is a very long walk from here , I suggest we have tea before going to see him ” she offered knitting her brows “ Tea with you ? I mean I don't even know whom you are ? ” Sloan responded hastily as the lady chuckles “ You should whom I am by now Sloan , I am Jolie, Rancher’s wife ” she says stopping by a room by the side of a mini library . She beckoned on Sloan to come closer which she did