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Tara comes out of the corner she was hiding on for the past thirty minutes, waiting for a chance to get in Marcus's bedroom to make sure he has fallen asleep. She watched him come out of the room and then collapse immediately, so she rushes to him and stands there looking at him like a little villainess. With the way she is dressed, she does look like a villainess; black leather leggings, a long coat with a fur collar and knee length high heeled boots. Her hair is ruthlessly cut short and has a spiky appearance. She gives him a little kick to see if he will respond, this lying, cheating bastard. Then she opens the door and drags him inside by the feet.

I'm sad too . "Soo..."Tara looks at me with a smile ."I'm so glad I have you to myself now !" "I'm glad too ,"I laugh out loud . "I was thinking that we should go for a run in our wolves. I have some wonderful scenery I would like to show you ,"she claps excitedly. "I thought we were going to watch movies? "I thought we were not supposed to go anywhere outside pack grounds . "Well c'mon what fun would be there if we just lay on the couch watching TV all day,"she snorts .

Tara didn't want to continue making a fool of herself and embarrassed after drooling over Xavier's handsom body and masculinity “ Are you sure? ” Xavier asked again « Liar » “ yes yes come on ” Tara marched at the sword area and picked one, then she went to the centre and waited for him Xavier was shocked by her confidence and everyone else was shocked by her confidence and mesmerized by her beauty, she was a full package , a beautiful Goddess of war. Xavier marched towards her and they started sparring. Xavier was holding back and Tara was doing her best. Tara moved like water, swift flowing and unpredictable. She was skilled very skilled and she showed her talent there, all the soldiers we

she says before she stands up and I nod as I watch her walk away from me with her assistant following her. I hope I can do this, and I honestly hope she never finds out about yesterday, and my mind-blowing sex with Wyatt Hayes because if she does.. I will definitely lose my job and no one would ever hire me again in New York. That’s how powerful Tara is. I love how people that came from the same background as me managed to become really important. Look at Tara, editor-in-chief of a very important wedding magazine in New York. And Emma, a super powerful lawyer, and then there’s me. Someone that can’ forget what happened to her mother and dedicated her life to finding out who killed her mother

The name did sound familiar like I've heard it somewhere but the face was a definite no. “Okay, I'm Tara Collin, an international model and popular Canadian actress, also daughter to the owners of TIMHA ” She said, clearly losing her patience. “You must be only popular in your home country because I've never heard of you.” I muttered and she lost it. “Wait until I tell my boyfriend about you, you're so getting fired.” “Your boyfriend?” I asked, confused as to what her boyfriend had to do with me or how he even got into the discussion.

I was afraid of the answers. And somewhere between packing boxes and swallowing words I never said, I realized something terrifying: Leaving didn’t mean I stopped loving Hayden. It just meant I loved him enough to walk away, even if it broke me into pieces. ♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡ Tara was charged with the murder of Agatha Johnson, Kikky Hulio, Rachael Adams, Maxine Quinton, and Juliet Peterson; as well as being an accomplice in the murders of Nancy Dylan and Barbara Thorne, and in helping to cover up evidence of Katherine George’s murder, along with the attempted murders of Merissa and me.

Throughout dinner, Tara’s piercing green gaze had rarely left him. Tara was a petite, scrawny old woman with a shock of brilliant blue hair framing her face. She was dressed in a floaty green kaftan that matched her eyes. Although there were lines on her olive face–around her eyes, around her mouth–she did not look a hundred and fifty years old. More like mid-forties in human years. It wasn’t very surprising. Shifters and magical folk aged a lot slower than humans.

“But not before I ruin you… they’ll all want you. You’ll probably like it, though, being the creature you are.” “What are you talking about, Tara?!” I scream, her rambling confusing the hell out of me. She laughs lightly, flicking the lighter back on. “You’ll see. They’ll come… me and Lawrence will have our happy ending,” her eyes turn to me. “You don’t get one.” The next moments move in slow motion. The lighter stays lit as Tara opens her hand and lets it fall. But she turns from me with one last hateful and pained stare and climbs out the window. I gasp as she jumps into the rain.

“She is only accepting it because she trusts me. But she is not happy. She does not even think I am doing the right thing.” “Zara is careful.” Tara said softly. “That is why you hired her.” “I know. But I am tired of being careful. I am tired of fighting and being strong all the time.” Tara was quiet for a moment. Then she whispered, “then stop.” “Stop what?” I asked in surprise. “Stop fighting so hard. Relax and let things happen.” I looked at her and whispered back. “I hope I am not shooting myself in the leg. I have never done this before. Not even with Damon. And I am actually scared.”

"We watched you from distance? We created a brand new identity for you, arranged your transportation to get you back to India, gave you money to thrive off of, don't open your ungrateful mouth for such baseless accusations again" Tara exhaled, dropping her hands, watching the woman with an open mouth, her eyes went to watch the floor, unable to contain her emotions. She didn't realise when tears gathered in her eyes, suddenly the white walls felt cramped, airless. "Do you really think that was enough?" she looked in the eyes of old woman, trying not to sob midway when she found no speck of empathy, no remnant of emotion, "I killed people that day, I killed dozens of people that day." she sni