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"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

I frown, thinking on how familiar the male's voice was, searching my mind for where I might have heard it before. "Tonight," The Strange man continues, shrouded in the covering of his cape. "We have new commerades, as well as not so new Counsellors who will mold our new recruits into our way of life. We have lost many over the last year." A heavy pause as others glance at each other, or still others grumble around me and I can't help observe the hatred in their eyes. Where the hell had I taken myself to? "This time around, we will take nothing for granted." The stranger bellows, throwing off his hood in the process and I gasp, taking a step back.

He smirked and I swatted his hand away. "Are you sure you're not a greenhorn anymore cause I think you still are. Your holy pretty Veronica happens to be Ella, the stripper." He yelled and I stopped right on my track. Don't listen to him, he's lying. I heard my subconscious say but I turned and rushed straight to him, dragging him by the collar and lifting him from the stool. "What nonsense did you just say?"

“Him who?” Rowan swallowed. “The one they called Rida,” Rowan whispered. “The man who walked into a war like it was nothing.” Mrs. Hale stiffened. “Rowan.” “I saw him once,” Rowan continued, breathing unevenly. “Just once. Everyone scattered when he showed up; no shouting, no threats, just… presence. He's like death but wearing skin.” The stranger shifted weakly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmured.

He glared at the stranger. Zenos solemnly stared at the boy who they had both rolled around in the sheet last night, to think that the boy did not remember everything he said and did, annoyed and pained him even if they just met last night, and it was a one-night stand. Hayden's mouth turns dry, and shivers run through his spine with the cold tone the stranger uses to talk to him. Just two words sent chills down Hayden's spine, but his boiling anger isn't giving him any chances to show fragility.

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

It wasn’t Roman. Same height. Same build. Same stupid fucking haircut. But the face was all wrong—too soft around the eyes, a scar slashed across the left cheek. A stranger. Just a stranger. My breath left me in a heavy, shaking sigh, relief crashing over me in violent waves. I let my forehead rest briefly against the cold marble wall, my pulse still galloping. But relief didn’t last long. Because this man… this stranger… was still someone. Someone to someone. And he was dead.

“Do you want me to relay the message?” “Not yet,” the stranger replied with an icy calm. “First, we watch. We strike when they believe they’re untouchable.” He crushed the cigarette in his hand, the ember dying with a hiss. He leaned over the table, staring at the photograph one last time. “Enjoy your peace, Barbie doll,” he murmured, his voice no louder than a breath. “Because soon… I’ll take it all away.” Outside, the snowstorm raged harder, as though nature itself sensed the coming wAr. . TO BE CONTINUED....

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."

I said. “Where? Should I drive you?” he asked. I snapped my head at him. “Why? You're bored and looking for a plaything to pass the time with?” I asked harshly. His brows creased. “What?” “Listen, Aaron, you don't like me, I get it, stop confusing me. One minute you're nice, the next minute you're shouting at me. Sometimes you make me feel like we are buddies and other times, you remind me that we are nothing but strangers to each other”