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she said. She pull awy her hand and keep packing, while I stop her, I help her to go sit then show her things to pack for the trip, when I was finally done, I zip up the suitcase. I grabbed her arm and turned her around, pulling her into me and holding her tight.

I rolled my eyes at her reaction. "I'm back, Maddie. Tyson saved me," I told her, proud of my mate. "Oh really? It's good then. Tak has been with me for some days now," she said. I knew about it. Tyson must have felt too overwhelmed by the whole kidnapping. "Yea, I know. I'll like to speak with Tak. Where are you?" "Oh, I'm at the shopping mall with Zach right now I'll give you a call when I get home," she promised. I was deflated.

Then, slowly, she nods. A long, stretched-out silence lingers between us. I let out a breath and stand to my full height. “Then it’s canceled.” She blinks. For a second, she looks… shocked. Like she thought I’d refuse. Like she expected a fight. I offer none. I stand and pull her up with me. She doesn’t fight me when I take her by the wrist, guiding her through the corridors like a ghost leading its prey. The pack sees us, but they don’t dare question where I’m taking her.

“It is?” “Very sweet.” Then, without taking her eyes off me, she snatches the pills out of my hand and flings them behind her.

It didn’t take long before she came out of the packhouse, dragging her duffel bag with a scowl on her face. Lee took it from her and placed it inside the car they would take, but instead of going to the vehicle, she stood in front of me and crossed her arms against her chest. “I want to talk.” She said it with conviction, as if she had authority over me.

She had them there. “I’m going to take this trash out of here so it’s not in the way,” she announced, grabbing the large bag. “Here, I’ll go with you.” Levi took the bag from her hand and guided her to the door with a hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

I pull her up into a seated position and rub soft circles on her back. She takes small sips until half the bottle is gone and hands it back to me.

Looking at me, she said, "I'm really glad you came." I sat down by her bedside. After a long moment of silence, I asked, "Why did you pull a stunt like this?" Her lips twitched into a faint smile. Her wide eyes seemed to conceal an emotion I couldn't decipher. "You still care about me, don't you? Otherwise, why would you rush all the way here to see me? Henry, let's not get a divorce. You promised you would stay by my side forever." She reached out to clutch my jacket, her eyes pooling with tears.

“Whatever that becomes.” She looks at me. I wait. She picks up the key. She holds it in both hands and looks at it, the way she holds things she is taking seriously, with her full attention and without performing the considering. “I have a condition,” she says. “Tell me,” I say.

She wore a silk gown the color of fresh blood, his hand resting on the small of her back. They kissed, they shared blood, lost in each other. "Day and night," I repeated, my voice a flat, dead calm. "It must be exhausting." "Octavia, what is that tone?" Lucien sensed the shift. "I don't care what tantrum you're throwing. Get back to the lab. Now." I severed the connection. Two minutes later, my phone vibrated. A new post on the Sanguine Web. It was a photo from Celeste.