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My throat bobs as I swallow, looking up at the moon as it passes. Heading back to the car, the figure grabs my wrist, pulling me back to the shining shadows of the alley. “Okay, the original cost is fine. What do you want?” Frowning, I reach into my pocket for the payment. Avery stands on edge, waiting to strike. In the distance, I hear the engine switch off and the car door open. Damn, I can’t let Elio get involved. He will use his powers, and this entire conversation will become far more hostile. I take the locket out, holding it open in my palm before closing my fingers around it. The locket is one from my pack. I can’t say it is worth anything. It’s old and in need of repair, but Avery w

Slowly, Selena pulled a delicate brocade pouch from her robe, and even more slowly, extracted a shimmering gold locket. She savored every moment, her expressions vivid. "You recognize this heirloom locket of the Dickson family, don't you? Given only to the principal wife. Guess why I have it? And this letter, surely you recognize this too?" Thunderstruck, Miranda felt her mind blank.

I whimper and stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you later. Maybe even more than once.” “You better.” “I have something for you,” he pulls out an oval-shaped locket. “It’s nothing big. Will you turn around please?” I do as he asks, fighting the tears burning my eyes. He clasps the cold metal around my neck. My thumb runs over the front of the locket, finding the indent of an engraved moon.

"Then try this - open your heart to me fully as your intended mate. There is dark magic yet at work and together we are stronger." I turned in his arms, gazing into cobalt eyes glowing with care and sincerity. Slowly, ever so, I nodded. Alex's smile could outshine the moon as he swept me into a passionate kiss conveying all the devotion and desire kept carefully leashed until now. My doubts finally crumbled into dust under the onslaught of emotions his tender touch unlocked within my starved soul.

Nick followed behind and placed the bag in the boot, but I took the box from him. I held the box tight the whole way back to Nick’s. I opened the box and tried my best to see if there was any salvaging the little ornament. I couldn’t see any hope through my tears. As we arrived back Nick grabbed my bag and I held on tight to the box. I walked silently with the box to my room and placed it onto my bed and sat crossed legged looking through it and putting everything back into the order it was. Nick stood in the doorway watching silently.

After what I assume was about half an hour later, Bella looks out the gap in the door of the carriage and checks our location. “We are here. Keep that amulet better hidden.” Pulling out a light brown thin silk scarf she leans over to hand it to me. So she did know what the amulet was, but was more interested in helping me. I smile, almost needing to hold back tears of joy, and take the scarf. “Those amulets are highly sought after by many unsavory characters. Not to mention Orcs. They won’t think twice about threatening your life and those around you for it. It’s valuable and powerful, not to mention they are rather vengeful against humans - especially the King.” It was the first time I had

She paused, hesitating slightly. "How do we get in?" "We need a key made from Dyrium. It's been broken into three parts—one at the Cunning Forest, the other at the bottom of the S'then River, and the last at the Mad Mage's cottage," she said. Now it was clear why she needed us. She couldn't set out to get all three parts at once because she risked losing one to someone else, but if we worked together, we could get them all at once. "I knew you wouldn't just start buttering up to us for no reason. You actually need us. I never thought I'd get to see the day," Nyla laughed hysterically.

7:00 pm, I stared at my phone once again to see if I had any missed calls or messages, but there were none. I had gotten him some cufflinks made of black diamonds. The cufflinks exuded a noble aura and their black color, excluding an aloof and cold beauty. It was a lucky find, and its color reminded me of Morgan's dark, stormy eyes and his cold nature. I had told them I wanted express delivery, thinking Morgan would receive it as early as possible and decide to call me.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"They’re just jealous. Nobody gets a private dinner with Josh Adeyemi unless they’re a 'happening babe' or a 'Big girl'" "It wasn't a dinner, Loveth. It was a... an intervention," I whispered back, my fingers gripping my pen. "Intervention!?" Loveth looked lost. "Intervention of what?" I didn't know if I could trust Loveth. I just kept quiet and tried to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying. But my thoughts were deep. How did the letter appear on my bed without the lock being broken? How did the photo get inside my locker? The metal door was still locked, and only I knew the four-digit code.