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The ladies left after offering lame excuses. Adorning her face with some powder, Yemei looked through the mirror as Sholay stepped out from one of the toilet stalls. Yemei gazed at her through the mirror. Sholay ignored her as washed her hand. Turning to leave, she was yanked back with her hair by Yemei. In fury, Sholay grabbed her by the throat, her eyes clouded darkly with rage. Yemei struggled to be free but she felt disturbingly overpowered. The pain she was feeling couldn't be voiced as tears rolled down her eyes. Her countenance turned pleadingly. "Please, Sholay" She whispered.

She hadn't even managed to touch Jeffrey yet, but Elise had already gotten so far. The feeling of failure was hard for someone with her strong personality to accept. She took a deep breath and used my phone to make a video call to Elise. Elise was lying in Jeffrey's arms, and she thought that I had come to my senses and relented. She answered the call without hesitating. Callista's features contorted when she saw how happy the two of them looked in the video. She began accusing Elise loudly and wildly, looking as if she had gone mad.

It was the voice of a broken man, one who had waited centuries in the suffocating silence of eternity just to see those eyes look at me again. ​I collapsed onto the cold marble floor. I, Lysander, the master of this realm, was now kneeling at Thalia’s feet. I wrapped my arms around her knees, burying my face, wet with hot, stinging tears, against the thin silk of her nightgown. I could feel her body trembling, but I didn't care. My pride? That had died the very first day I watched her soul flicker and fade on that cursed altar.

She tried to bolt, but Morpheus blocked her path. “When you did the texts before, was it like this? What the hell is going on?!” “I… I don’t know.” Aithne’s lips trembled. She collapsed to the floor in a heap. “Noxivira, is it really you? Are you just playing a joke on me…” Morpheus looked utterly broken. He clutched my hand and wailed. “How could she be dead? It was just medicine texts. Aithne went through them loads of times and nothing ever happened…”

I knew that if Orel continued to see me sad, his relationship with his wife was going to suffer, afterall Themis was the person who made a deal with Arius about the marriage. Themis had promised me that it was the right course of action for me but the problem was that, even months later, after the war, it was not still seen. Was her vision wrong for the first time since forever? I wouldn’t even blame her for it. Something about me always make this kind of stuff to happen.

Osagie's POV It felt like scales had fallen from my eyes the moment the fluid of life left my body. I pulled away from Ami and leapt out of her bed, my heart pounding in disbelief. My eyes fell on her, and then on the blood staining the sheets between her legs.

I'll be waiting. Sincerely, Captain Darius of the White Elves

The current Alpha of the pack,Alpha Morris,was the next in line before other members followed suit. Ria's sobbing were heard the most no matter how many people comforted her. The pain she experienced was beyond consoling. It hurt Nicodemus more;his agony was nothing compared to hers. The pain of loosing one's mate. The feeling of regret continually taunted him!. If only,if only he had persisted on making Greece stay. "Greece Deucalion" Nicodemus continued. His gaze remained fixed on the cremated ground with his eyelids fighting against the tears that soaked his eyes.

Her eyes turn magenta completely but she still shed tears, "Mother please...." She begs her to open her eyes, her voice was slightly mutated due to the presence of power, "I need you to open your eyes for me." She sobs on her and when the tears drop on her, she moans lightly, she jolts back with a smile on her face, "mother!!" She was beyond happy. But Mace and Loki had already been brought to their knees, tied like Christmas birds about to be killed, "what's happening?!" Loki demanded to know but Xerxes doesn't say a word, he only exhumes his death bringer,

Skin tone the color of deep espresso with dark curls to match, her high cheekbones and petitie frame makes her stand out amongst the three. A smile spreads across the woman’s face as my thought finishes flashing through my brain. Her eyeless sockets lock onto me as she introduces herself. “I am Lachesis.” She leans forward, pointing a finger at her sister seated on the other side of Clotho. “That is Atropos.” “It is rude to read people’s minds without their permission, but I do appreciate the introductions.” The three women let out a sultry giggle, their voices joining together as one.