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he added. “Let me guess, a dolphin? A section of the A****n rain forest? A helicopter?” Although my guesses sounded outlandish, I wouldn’t put anything past Dillon. “No,” he chuckled. “Nothing that major. Just a star.” Again, I choked. Slamming down my coffee, I looked him dead in the eyes, my face serious. “Just….a star?” I asked with a measured tone. “Yeah. There’s a registry. You pick the star and name it. It comes with a certificate and the coordinates. I made sure I chose one we could see that night from Cancun. Cool, right?”

A warmth brewed up, banishing the effect of the cold breeze. “Should I tell you something amazing?” Alex muttered into my ears. I nodded; that’s all my emotions could allow me. His painful, beautiful touch had tightened my throat once again. Alex pointed to a star. “That star is Sirius.” He snorted with a smile. My eyes widened. “When did Alex Dawson have interest in anything in the sky that wasn’t a plane?” His deep, luxurious laugh filled the air, instilling more warmth in me.

"A star. Name it. Make it yours." I squinted. "That one," I said, pointing to the brightest speck in the sky. "That’s the Kian Star. Known to shine obnoxiously when it's proud of itself." She let out a soft laugh. "Fitting. Alright..." she pointed to a smaller, blinking dot. "That one's Lena. Not as flashy. But steady. Reliable." I rolled my head to the side to look at her. She smiled without looking away from the sky.

Chapter 97 – The Starfield Revelation The field of stars stretched endlessly around them, shimmering faintly like a sea of fireflies frozen in time. Each star pulsed rhythmically, casting soft light across the group as they struggled to regain their footing after the fall. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, making it hard to breathe—not from lack of oxygen, but from the sheer weight of what surrounded them. Jessica stared at the constellations above: one shaped like a wolf, the other like a witch. Between them burned the words **"Unity Is Strength,"** gl

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I frowned moving closer to the bed pulling back the covers gaining her attention, it was clear something was wrong, and the fact that Jason sensed it too made me know I wasn't imagining things. "The room is too cold for this Starr," She said smiling as I moved onto the bed kneeling between her legs. "I just want to look" I mumbled pushing up the oversized t-shirt she was wearing looking at my name that was tattooed on her right hip, Starr Lights. We had all gotten each others name tatted for our three-year anniversary wh- "I said to check on her" Jason said making me laugh as I turned watching as he moved closer to us getting on

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

She looked at me then looked over at the guy at the other end of the bar then smiled. I quickly glanced to the other end of the bar and saw that he was still looking our way, which made me involuntarily blush. “George, can you tell me who that guy is at the other end of the bar without being obvious?” I looked at Karsyn with disbelief as I couldn’t believe she had just asked that question. George looked over in the direction of our guest in question and he smiled. He looked at me then said, “That’s Jayce Adams Mr. M.V.P. from the Houston Texans.” Karsyn smiled from ear to ear and I felt my cheeks flush a bright red. Was that really the Jayce Adams? Karsyn leaned over and said, “I am going to

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************