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The way Jacob stood like a shield. Something dark and satisfied flickered in his eyes. I felt the moment shatter. The stolen moment was over. And Adrian had seen enough.

" I glanced over at James. His lips were pressed into a thin line, sweat beading on his brow, his uneasy look lending credence to my words. "Shut up, crazy woman." My mother-in-law tried to deflect with bluster. However, the police had already taken the fork from me for testing. James knew the jig was up. He let out a sigh. "Yes, Brian is my brother." His confession sent ripples of shock through the room. "Holy smokes, is Joyce actually the victim here?"

Lila's Pov "If I get caught in here, my scholarship won’t just be revoked; it’ll be turned into confetti and fed to the school mascot." I whispered the warning to the empty air of the Harrington gymnasium, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. It was nearly midnight, and the only light came from the moon streaking through the high, arched windows. My stolen sketchbook—the one with the very detailed drawings of a certain leather-clad menace—had been swiped from my bag during the pep rally, and I knew exactly which of Sloane’s minions had stashed it in the girls’ locker room as a "prank."

Jean says "Fine, thank you. I'll get you some paper." Jean went inside of his oldest daughter, Tilly's tent. As he did this, Arthur stole all the money Jean hid in his son Tack's tent. Tack prided himself in protecting the money, but Tack was asleep. Arthur drove off in Jean's truck, Arthur stole Jean's key by grabbing it off of the back of Jean's truck. Jean came outside of Tilly's tent with paper to get the directions, but by the time he did, he saw Jean driving off in his truck with all of Jean's money.

The moment between Stefan and her was making me uncomfortable, I don't why, but I think I might be jealous, but why would I, maybe it's one of her tricks. “You led us here, so we can find the lost book of prophecies,” Stefan added. “Lost? I wouldn't say that... More like— stolen,” “Who stole it?” Damon inquired. “I did,” she bragged. I was still discovering about Hell, so all if this is still new to me, all I could do was listen and learn, Everyone seems to have forgotten what happened five minutes ago, but I was still traumatized, I almost kill them. “Why?”

Today, he had come with the intention to confess and apologize. He now realized how muddled he had been. It was silly of him to have stubbornly pitied Rhianne, believing that I deserved whatever I endured. They seemed to have forgotten that whatever I endured was inflicted upon me rather than something I had asked for. "Ives." As the clock struck ten, the institute was about to close its gate when Jonathan noticed Ivor standing by the entrance. Having observed everything that had transpired lately, he understood the situation better than anyone.

And I would do a better job than him, that’s for sure. It was the golden rule for stealing. If you don’t want to get caught, you only take small amounts per day. No one ever notices the small amounts. Their old accountant was stupid when they did a one-time-big-time. They must have been really desperate. In my annoyance, I grab my purse that was discarded alongside the countless paper clippings. I grab my wallet. Where is it?

He left, plunging the room back into silent, agonizing solitude. I sat there for what felt like hours, the only illumination coming from the city lights filtering through the tall windows. I pulled the Ramos-Cardenas journal, the book that had caused the collision—out of my bag. I ran my thumb over the stiff, dark red spine. It was just a book. But it was also the conduit for the stolen moment. I thought back to the night a few weeks ago, the anonymous bar, the one-night stand that was supposed to be a release.

As my thumb presses the power button, my eyes fall upon the message preview. My annoyance instantly evaporates, replaced by a cold, numbing shock. The blood drains from my face as I read the words. From: Unknown NumberMessage: “You have refused to pay me after I stabbed you to get what you wanted. This was a deal. If it is not kept, next time, I will not avoid your vitals.” I read it again, certain I must have misunderstood. But the words remain unchanged, glaring up at me from the screen. “Miles? What is it?” Evans leans forward, his brow furrowed.

Daxon went near the window and gazed at the moon shining in the sky. "Are you watching me Celine?" he asked now removing the facade of a arrogant and rude alpha and from behind it came out a weak and vulnerable lover remembering his love. "I am doing all this just for you. Please forgive me if I do something wrong. But it is how you will get your justice, love." he said gazing towards the moon feeling incomplete without his mate, his love. Storm cried out in agony inside him . He will surely make that bastard pay and snatch his one and only treasure Hazel from him like he snatched his Celine from him.