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Liam All I want to do is be left alone. Couldn’t they fucking see that? Or do they get off on my misery? Dale and his gang of closeted assholes got me as I walked to my car, clocking me one in the nose before I could even register what was happening.

I told her hoping my words would make her stay but she was adamant "I'm sorry, just go home before the storm starts and try not to get a ticket" Lila pleaded with me "This is Paris Lila, I don't know where home is"I argued "The location is already saved on the GPS just follow the instructions and you'll be at your cozy apartment in no time, "She told me with a smile "Lila--------"Lila ran off before I could finish my sentence. Lila Blackwood, a professional architect who left a busy New York for Paris was leaving me all alone in the middle of a storm with only a GPS to direct me home. Wasn't that grand?

But this getting her away was the only thing I could control. And God help me, I needed something to hold onto. The plane was waiting at the end of the tarmac, sleek and black, the engines rumbling low as the crew moved around it in precise lines. When the SUV stopped, I turned to Lila. “You ready?” I asked quietly. She nodded, though her eyes were shadowed. “I think so,” she said. I searched her face, trying to read between the careful calm and the fear she wouldn’t say out loud.

"I was let out early for being a model citizen." "Oh wow, that is so great; I am happy for you," he said dryly, clapping his hand. "I am happy as well; I worked hard just to achieve this and be reunited with you faster." "Oh, you did?" Gavin's voice was strained. "Yes, I did." Lila closed her eyes, and then they shot open because, for a moment, she had forgotten about the encounter she had earlier that day. "So I met Evangeline Holt." "I see you met her already." Gavin let out a snort.

Kai answered her, tiptoeing past their unconscious patron, in a combination of whispering and shouting. “They’re hardly my family and you left us in the middle of a public café!” Lila cried, not modulating her voice at all. In the background, the old man began to snore. “But you still talk to them a lot like you do to me, so I let you, and besides, I got about fifty more pages of Good Omens done in Waterstones,” Kai appealed, finally at the counter and opening up the flap to let himself into the kitchen behind. “You ran out on me for Terry Pratchet… yeah, I’d do the same thing to you. This sucks!” Lila lamented, no longer gesticulating and dropping her arms as she slumped over to open the do

He kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip, then stepped back. “Clean yourself up before the next class. And leave that door open on your way out.” Kane picked up his bag and walked out of the lecture hall like nothing had happened, leaving Lila leaning against the podium, cum dripping down her legs, completely ruined and utterly addicted. End of Book 2

“Alright.” Once they left, I started eating, savoring a chocolate muffin that melted in my mouth. My moment of peace was interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I glanced at the screen, seeing Elena’s name flashing. “Hey, Elena—” I greeted, but she cut me off before I could say more. “Lila, are you at the Blue Moon pack?” Her voice was tinged with panic. “Yes, I arrived last night. Actually—” “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore, her panic sharp and cutting. “Your father knows. Someone told him you’re there and that Elliot abducted you to force a marriage. He’s on his way, Lila, and he’s planning to kill him.”

Sierra’s heart pounded so hard it hurt. Lila’s eyes stayed locked on her mother, expression dark. “You left me,” she said quietly. “You ran away and built a new life. A new daughter. A new everything.” “No,” Vivian cried. “I didn’t build a new family. I survived. I was being hunted. Lila, they were going to take you from me…” “They already did,” Lila said flatly. Vivian broke. Her whole body crumpled as she sank to her knees, sobbing into her shaking hands.

Lila's P.O.V The morning after finding Ethan's letter, I stirred awake to a sky thick with clouds, the kind that press down on you, making everything feel heavier, more confined. The Blackwood Estate wrapped around me like an old, familiar shroud, its walls holding echoes of the battles I'd just fought—wills contested, alliances forged in crypts, and shadows chased away, at least for now. I glanced at the nightstand where I'd left the bouquet of crimson roses, their petals still vibrant but starting to curl at the tips, as if they knew they were out of place in this house of lingering grief. Ethan's note lay beside them, his handwriting pulling me back to those carefree college afternoons, l

Chapter 71 Elena Harper arrived at eleven in the morning with two rolling suitcases, a boxed pound cake from the bakery on Brickell, and approximately forty-seven opinions she had not been asked for. Lila heard the car on the gravel before she saw it. She was in the kitchen with her second cup of coffee, still in Lucian's shirt, which fell to mid-thigh and smelled like him in a way that made it impossible to take off. She set the mug down and pressed both palms flat on the granite counter. Just breathe.