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He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

He hung up before I could refuse. I stared at a new text. My heart stayed calm. The man wearing our wedding ring cut a cake with Clarisse. [Antonio is so bossy, making me eat cake and shrimp tacos this late. I'm gonna gain weight. Next time, he's working out with me all night.] In the photo's corner was a half-eaten plate of shrimp tacos. The sight of it sent a pang of resentment through me. I was his wife. Yet Antonio split everything in two, even his time.

The sound of the rip echoed through the corridor, and we both lost our balance and fell down, staring down at the book stretched between us, or rather, the two halves of it. The leather binding had split clean, the pages ragged and fluttering, and even though my half still pulsed faintly with that strange glow, Serenya's half sat dark and heavy in her grip. For a moment, neither of us spoke. My chest rose and fell asleep I breathed heavily with shock and effort, like I'd just run a marathon.

I'd been reading it a lot lately, desperate to find answers. I flipped through the pages, noticing something odd for the first time. A page was missing. Ripped out, to be exact. I blinked hard, bringing the inside spine of the book closer so I could properly inspect. I hadn't been seeing things. The paper left on the page was uneven, an indication that someone had torn a page out. Why would someone do that? I scanned the surrounding pages, trying to make sense of the missing section. It seemed to be a crucial part of the book, detailing werewolf lore, ancient rituals and witch potions.

Elise looked at me with slight disbelief. "You planned this? I advise you to think this through. Once you're out of my care, you're nothing. You're just someone who came back from studying abroad." I hadn't expected her to still be trying to manipulate me at that point. I shook my head and did not continue speaking to her. Then, I walked out of the office instead. As soon as I left the office, I could faintly hear Callista's voice as she comforted Jeffrey.

Hi guys! I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to let you know about an important update happening to Two Can Play soon. To help the book reach more readers and improve its overall performance, Two Can Play will be moving to a split-chapter format. This means the longer chapters will be divided into shorter ones. Please rest assured: the story itself will not change. Only the chapter format will. Here is how the different versions work and how to keep access to your purchased chapters:

Tearing apart Luna Lapis, however, had proved rather more difficult. It was an historic document, and with it a number of Lapis Moon’s tales died, too. Rather than lose it completely, Alpha Felix and I had come to a compromise. He’d wanted to be rid of the entire book, desperate for it to go up in flames: a marker of the past that had been and gone, and a sign that, going forwards, such events would never plague our pack again. But I saw the value in our history, in our folklore, and I’d torn out any and all pages relating to soul splitting, and to soul magick. I was certain that, even without the book, we’d remember that process all too well.

This book will contain triggers such as: 1) Sexual assault/rape 2) Bullying 3) Depictions of violence 4) Thoughts of suicide Just as in my books before, when a chapter title states it's a "Split Chapter" there will be TWO POV's for that chapter. I hope you enjoy getting to know Euan and Juniper! --Sydney

He finds the passages that confirm it. Bonded pairs may share pain and fear. His breath stutters. He throws a book across the room. It slams into the wall with a violent crack, pages fluttering like wounded birds to the floor. In my library, my vision blurs. My fingers curl around the fragile page, and before I can stop myself, I tear it in half. The sound is soft. Final. I stare at the torn edges, at the truth bleeding through the room around me. Books lie open everywhere, their words screaming the same conclusion in a dozen different ways.

"To keep him from hooking me up with any more hot guys, I had no choice but to fake having a boyfriend! That whole performance was for his benefit. How was I supposed to know you'd suddenly take over? "Seriously, can't you two work out a shift schedule? You catch me off guard every single time. You're gonna give me a split personality at this rate!" A long silence stretched between us before Hayden softly muttered, "I'm sorry." That took the wind right out of my sails. "It's not like I'm actually blaming you." "When that personality takes over, it's completely out of my control. He sure as hell doesn't listen to me. All I know is that he's… a piece of work."