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I turned in time to see him and Harrow locked in a deadly dance. Tobias wasn’t young anymore. His movements weren’t flashy. But they were precise. Measured. Every flick of his staff burned with purpose. Harrow struck with jagged spears of ice, but Tobias melted them with fire. Still, for every spell Tobias cast, he weakened. I saw it. His shoulders sagged. His breath came shorter. And Harrow grinned like he sensed it too. “You’re finished, old man.” “No,” Tobias rasped. “I’m just beginning.”

Tobias barreled through a group of them, taking on three at once like he had nothing to lose. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw one rogue circle behind him. “Tobias!” I tried to yell, but the sound got lost in the noise. Before I could reach him, the rogue struck. A deep, ugly slash tore across Tobias’s shoulder and chest. He staggered, blood spraying across the dirt. “Somebody help! Ryan!” I screamed. Ryan ran forward the second he heard me. He tore two rogues away from Tobias, shifting fully and ripping into them with a rage I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Because judging by the others, some of them have no problem understanding what the guy said. Thankfully, he seems to realise that Molly and she was struggling and switches to English..“Good evening, ladies. Lovely to meet you. I’m Tobias, a House Corbin assistant. Or perhaps, for our Americans . . . a bitch?” He snaps his fingers with a swirl of his head, a perfect approximation of classic Damon Wayans comedy. Monica blinks, surprised at his assessment. Clay and Monica have jokingly called ourselves Nora’s bitches, but not in front of other people. However, considering slang is a tricky part of language, she inclined to give Tobias the

the cell door opens and a blonde guy walks in, a sheepish smile on his face. " Welcome your highness, thank you for making me do your job" the sadistic one says. Blondie smirked, " oh don't be like that Toby boo, you know I had some things to take care of"" first of all don't ever call me that and secondly we both know 'some things' mean getting a blo-"" I cut him off with a cough.

With that overgrown beard, over-tanned skin, and that ridiculous worn-out leather jacket. Tobias makes a diamond shape with his fingers and peers at me through it with one eye. “Oh, I see it now. You are Bobo the clown? Or is it Molly the clown, since you are a girl?” Tobias snickers. “And what are you? A scarecrow?” I say as I push my way past him. I can hear him laughing from behind me. I wish I could shift so that I can drag his bum ass along the riverside. “Why are you angry, sweetheart? I like clowns, actually. It’s a compliment. By the way, your mascara is running, your teeth have lipstick stains, and your wig is crooked…unless it’s all in the name of the fabulous costume,” he bawks at

He had one leg missing from the knee to the ground. I did not feel the authority pressure of Alpha King this time when he asked him, "Who are you?" But I knew he was using his authority king power. The rogue became unstable and replied, "I am Tobias Riddle." Alpha King continued, "Give me all your fucking details?" That rogue Tobias got scared and said, "Please don't kill me. I will tell you everything." Alpha King said without mercy, "I asked for the details?"

His voice is a sneer wrapped in a laugh, sharp enough to pierce through the storm. A harsh gust of wind whips past, making me shiver violently. My hair is drenched, clinging to my face and neck, and Perseus' shirt is soaked through, now streaked with mud. I force myself to stand upright, blinking rapidly and wiping my eyes so I can see. [“He’d kill you. Just like he killed me.” Tobias’ voice cuts through, colder than the rain.] [ “Just like a whore. His whore.” Dora's giggle slithers into my ear. “He’s playing his cards well—reeling you in, pulling you straight into his arms.”]

I blink. "You’ve never seen someone cry from happiness?" He narrows his eyes. "You think people cry for fun?" I open my mouth. Close it. Decide it’s not worth explaining. "You know what? Never mind," I sigh. Tobias runs a hand down his face, looking five years old. "I thought I was about to witness an actual crisis," he mutters. "I am so not paid enough for this." Then, under his breath— "Fucking pregnant people." I shake my head, but my chest feels lighter.

It’s not as if I can stick my hand down my pants and rearrange myself. Fuck when did my Tatey-Baby become such a goddess? And, when did I start having sexual fantasies about her? Wrong. So damn wrong! “I might drop in and see her during lunch.” Tobias says, his face blushing which is kinda cute, it clashes with his copper hair. I wish Tammy would give him a chance because Tobias is one of life’s really nice guys. He’s polite, considerate, has a heart of gold, a wicked sense of humor and is just an all-round great guy. She could do worse.

He wore a loose silk robe, and his frown deepened when he saw the guards writhing in agony on the floor, and his wife, pale as a ghost. “What is all this racket at this hour?!” Tobias snapped, his voice sharp with authority. His gaze followed Vera’s, landing on the ledger lying open on the floor. He stepped forward, bending to pick it up. He flipped through just two pages, and his refined, gentle face turned livid with rage. He spun around to face Vera, his eyes blazing with unbridled fury and shock. Vera closed her eyes, despair washing over her. Tobias was a weak, vain man to his core. He could turn a blind eye to his wife’s petty cruelty to an orphaned girl in his household—but he would n