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he says chuckling. “What’s funny?” I ask. “Does your mother always talk to herself?” he asks. “Yes.” “She’s apparently not happy with the lack of supplies in our hospital.” “I tried to tell her that no one comes to the hospital,” I murmur. “Well, they’re coming now, so you’d better make sure you have what we need. Jasper and Brogan attacked again, probably thinking we were weak from the silver. They got quite a surprise when they realized we’re all at full strength again, thanks to you.”

"It's even worse now." Hazel frowned. "Worse?" I nodded slowly. "Much worse." She watched me carefully before speaking again, her voice quieter this time. "Jax..." "What?" "What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

He ignored my words. “I know how much you don't want your daughter to land up in an orphanage and have a rough childhood like you. I have a deal.” “And what would make you think I'd want to get into a deal with you? I barely even know you.” “But I do. I mean, partly. But the birthmark on the side says something different. You are the last standing heir of the Caldwells. A family that once used to be at the same stance with mine.” I almost laughed.

“Ten days you have been here. And you are perfectly safe out there. My lands are huge, not easily penetrable.” Turning on my stool, to study him. I ask if there is any news. I hadn’t switched on a television since I had been here. I was stuck between wanting to know how bad things were and not wanting to know. “It doesn’t look good.” He folds his arms across his large chest and puffs it out. “Black forest packhouse has been burned down to the ground.” I sigh and turn back to look in the mirror. "Burned?" "I'm afraid so."

“Come outside. You need air. Or a distraction. I can trip over something for comedic effect. That usually works.” I huffed a laugh, barely. “Thanks.” He nudged my arm. “We’re still here. All of us. Even if everything’s weird and messed up and the universe forgot how to play fair.” “Yeah. Forgot and rolled a nat-1 for weather control.” “Exactly,” he said. “And I’m not saying it’s Lia’s fault, but the last time she said, ‘how bad could it get,’ the toaster caught fire and started chanting.” I cracked a grin. “The toaster was unsettling.”

"Mr. Hale, are you joking with us?" "Yeah, Mr. Hale. Weren’t we supposed to get the profit bonus today?" "Mr. Hale, you’re hilarious. It’s not April Fool’s Day. Why are you pulling our legs?" … They were firmly convinced that I would never change my policies. Before long, the atmosphere grew lively again. I slammed my hand on the table. "Quiet! What company allows employees to speak when they want during a meeting?" The room fell silent for a moment. Someone spoke cautiously, "Wasn’t it always like this before, Mr. Hale?"

“I heard disturbing news, and I tried reaching you for confirmation, but there was no answer. You were out of reach, and your phone was dead.” Kael turned to Varik. “Due to yesterday’s incident, the phone got soaked and is damaged.” Kael turned to his godfather. “You heard him.” “That’s by the way; I will have another delivered before first thing tomorrow morning.” Kael’s lips pressed together. “Then I will only have to bother my godfather with my problems.” “Don’t say that. You are the only son of my Alpha and my best friend. If you don’t bother me, who else would?”

He says. But I say nothing to him in reply. “Do you even remember the medication dosage?” He raises a finger into the air. “One, only when you feel the control slipping away. And once you've taken one, that's all for the day. That bottle should have lasted a whole month, Damian.” He brings out a new bottle, shaking it to confirm its content and holds it in the air. “You need to tell me what happened.” I chew down on my lower lip before replying. “It's getting worse, Henrick. One daily doesn't work. And last night, I was almost gone. That's why the bottle is damaged.”

Alexa now sounded pissed. It was a good thing she could even try communicating with Kendell... But I? I had no luck. It was as if he had blocked me off from his head. And what Dexter and Kia had told me about him wasn't making it any easier for me... "I understand, Alexa. Please don't think too much about it. You need to rest and prepare yourself for what might come, because right now we have no hope of a saving grace," I replied sadly. It hurts, but at this point, there was really no light at the end of the tunnel.

“Was it weird, seeing him?” “Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it.” I hunch over my mug. It wasn’t weird. It was awful. She eyes me and sips her coffee. “When was the last time you talked?” “Almost two years ago. Right before the accident. But for the year before that, things were tense.” “Tense how?” She raises her brows.