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Of course, I can kill it here and now, but what’d bring the fun in that? I turned away from the mirror and it instinctively covered itself in its mirror glaze. I looked over the mess on my desk and realized that the black-seal documents were the only ones left untouched by the flames. Covered in hieroglyphs, I sought no interest in interpreting the passage. Khorasa has a good eye for these things, I admitted.

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.

At some point, I felt the need for affection from a woman. She cleared away all the dishes and went into the kitchen to finish her daily chores, while I left the dining room and started to search the library that my father frequented. I had to admit that there were some very old books, for the Hellfrost family is one of the oldest in existence. I sit for a moment near the bookcase and begin to slowly survey the completely clean place. I smile slightly. I think about my father and how he earned the right to be called that because he was in my childhood what could be considered a rebellious child.

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

Seraphina’s POV The flames were dying. Ash curled upward in the suffocating dark of the library, thin spirals of smoke clinging to the vaulted ceiling like desperate prayers that refused to rise. The last of the glowing pages fell into cinders on the stone floor, and the light it had given us—the fragile, blessed shield—dissolved into nothing. Beyond that circle of dying fire, the monsters closed in, shadows weaving between bookshelves, claws dragging over wood and stone, eyes like fragments of the abyss.

EDEN. Throughout the night, I didn't get a better sleep. Each time I recall the anonymous letter that came to me at school the past day, my heart sank into my belly. I read it so many times at night but have yet to conclude. Who sent this letter? What relationship does the person have with Prince Kelvin? How would he or she prove that the Prince has a bad intention? I know that Tyrion once said something like that about how odd he feels about the Prince, and I decided to be cautious, but he isn't the type to send forth a letter either. The hell he had passed through because of me would teach him a big lesson to mind his business.

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

"And now, the Hollow Crown stirs." Elior stepped forward. "Who are you?" The rider tilted their head slightly, as if considering. Then: "I am Vame. The Last Sentinel." A chill crept down Rael’s spine. "The last of what?" Elior demanded. Varic regarded them in silence for a moment, then swung off the horse with effortless grace. As they moved closer, their form seemed to flicker at the edges, as if struggling to fully exist in this world. "The last to guard the cycle," Vame said. "The last to stand before the Hollow Crown."

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

"Using you? You're flattering yourself. Serena, you were nothing but a tool to me. From the beginning until now, the only person I've ever truly loved is Wilma." Serena collapsed to the floor, sobbing inconsolably. Her face was streaked with tears. She had completely broken down. As I watched it all unfold, I felt nothing but revulsion and anger. Lucas Thorne, the one who once said he loved me, was now spewing cruel, heartless words to destroy another woman. He made it seem as if proving his loyalty to me would erase the damage he caused. The more ruthless he acted, the more my disappointment grew.