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"Absolutely. And not just an inside connection; you can get as close as you want." Selena teased, "Oh, really now." Aveline shot her a glance, then turned back to Russell. "I can't do that. If your girlfriend finds out, she'll eat me alive." Russell's smile faded slightly, and his charming face turned serious. "I don't have a girlfriend, so don't spread rumors." Selena gave a knowing look. Aveline changed the subject. "What's the new show?" Russell gave her a deep look and said, "Tonight, I'll be dancing on stage."

Once we are inside, Rachel nods her head at me and walks away leaving me in the centre of the large room and why did she leave I almost begin to wonder, when I see Taylor coming down the stairs, her hand locked in a little damsel's hand. She's wearing a white crop top and a red skirt with its cutting just a little above her thigh and my eyes drop to her legs which are in a pair of black flat sandals toned flawless. Her hair she let fall behind her shoulders and I don't see a trace of make-up on her face. I can tell much isn't put into her appearance, but damn! The little damsel is wearing white sneakers a red trouser and a white t-shirt and though she's young she's dressed to kill.

I'd been so sure of myself, and here when the rubber met the road I couldn't do it. I washed my face and flushed the toilet, even though I hadn't used it. I put on my blue silk pajamas, and looked long and hard at myself in the mirror before walking back out into my room. "Okay, so who is this guy?" "Well, I told you, lifeguard." "I never pegged you for muscle bound jock types. You like 'em sensitive." "Taylor's also an artist. Studied at Pepperdine." "How old?" "Mid twenties. Short, bleach blonde hair, incredible legs and shoulders, ridiculous blue-grey eyes. You want more?"

“How about you do it again?” “Fine. I’m sure Asher would,” he smirked “What?” I asked. “Not Asher.” He shook his head, making his inky black hair fall into his eyes. “With whom then?” I asked, as my legs suddenly felt tired from the run and from sparring with Asher. “Russ,” Alec spoke so casually that I would have never guessed he meant the bull of a man who suddenly steps forward out of line. Russ’s six-foot-two frame wasn’t as intimidating as Alec’s six-foot-five or better, but he was all muscle, all intimidation, and brute force.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was upset when I realized everything you did was a lie, and it made me angry. Williams has been my friend for many years. After he was cursed and turned into a beast, we had to separate; otherwise, I'd become a beast too. I later discovered he was already cursed, but I was too busy to see him. The day I finally decided to visit him was when I met my mate, Alex. I took her to my pack and forgot about my intention to see Williams. I treated her like a queen and loved her, but soon I discovered she was involved with my friend Drake. Not only that, but she was also pregnant with his child. She ran away, and I've harbored resentment towards her ever since, rejecting

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

I shake my head and back up towards the car door Sierra knows also not to mess around when Avery says to do something. She and Daniel both get to the car and climb in. I open the passenger door. “Whitney so help me if you get In that car I'll punish you myself,” Dwayne threatened. Little did me or Avery know Dwayne was only distracting him because the Russian man with a crooked nose grabs me. “No!” I scream trying to hit kick anything I can to get out of grasp. A gun fires and for a moment everyone stops and complete silence no one moved or did anything as we watched Dwayne grab his chest and hit his knees.

He said, looking away from me, looking at my betas, before turning his attention to me. “What’s your name?” I demanded, stepping closer. “Taylor,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “I knew you’d come. I was waiting for one of you to come, someone to trace the body, someone to try and help.” “Did you bring Caleb back?” His eyes flicked to mine. “No. I stayed away. We all did. We couldn't approach. We saw him being brought to you, but there was a darkness that was around him. It stopped us from approaching.”