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“Those are the best kind. Like, why actually hide when you can pretend to hide?” I nodded. “So they’re arguing, right? And it starts off very small, like one of those ‘you said this, no you said that’ kind of arguments. Just like that.” “Classic.” She bummed, pouting. “But then…” I paused, raising a finger for a dramatic effect. Susan slapped my arm lightly. “Don’t you dare leave me thirsty. Continue!” I laughed, raising my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Then Lana just, out of nowhere, goes straight for Victoria’s throat.”

It echoed through the air, leaving a cloud of smoke hung in the air, and the smell of gunpowder lingered like a warning of the violence that had just occurred. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I fell to the floor as I watched the lifeless body of Thomas who was crawling to survive a few minutes away on the floor. ASHER IS A MURDERER. ASHER IS A MONSTER. I was still trying to bear the pain of what just happened before my eyes when Asher turned around, and he started walking towards me. When he was far away from the lifeless body of Thomas in his pool of blood. Asher pressed a red button and the entire car caught fire with Thomas beside it, the red blazing hot flame consuming his already dead

My eyes widened at her statement and we both burst out laughing but I quickly got myself together. “I know you don't feel safe right now so I’ll leave but I’ll be expecting you,” Stephanie said as she took her bag and sashayed out without a second glance. I stared at the card in my hand as I wondered what she was on about. ****** Asher quietly placed a cup of coffee next to me and walked over to the seat. we had been working all day with the architect on the set for the photoshoots, there was something I loved about being drowned in overalls and sawdust and even though Asher had never done something like this before he was eager to try running his fingers through his hair in frustration I co

She awkwardly stopped because Evelyn was indeed giving her the “stare” Liam smirked in the awkward moment as their eyes clocked the moment she realized not to have clapped. A wave of embarrassment flushed through her. Evelyn carried on. “.... This year, I want that doubled!” What? Was she kidding? Jessica wondered what such a huge deposit was needed for. She had mentioned charity but the figures she called were rather ridiculous. “.... The affairs of the Thornes stretch to the needy as well. I think we've done well.” She added and that's when the round of applause came. Jessica felt rather awkward to join in the claps but being directly beside Evelyn meant she had to.

Chapter 33 She is back Asher woke up from his king-sized fluffy bed, yawning loudly. He stared around the room like he was lost in a strange land. Then he remembered why it looked different, he had brought in two ladies for a rough night when he went to club. His routine over the years was, work, club, and random sex. He wasn't planning to change it anyways cause it suited him just fine. He slapped the ladies on their naked butt to wake them up. He walked towards his drawer, pulling out some bundles of cash and he threw it at them.

I said, backing away, “and I swear, if either of you follow me, I’ll shift and run so fast that not even your precious blood bonds will track me.” The threat lingered in the air like smoke. I turned. Took one step. And walked, I am not running again damm it all “You proud of yourself?” Arlo muttered at Asher. “Oh, deeply,” Asher said, but something in his voice shifted when he spoke again. “But I’m not letting her leave alone.” Of course not. I felt him at my side, one silent step behind me. My chest ached. My head was pounding. I didn’t want company.

Even Silas staggered. Ava’s eyes blazed. Her voice came doubled and deep. “Mine.” She raised the shard high. Threads of silver erupted from it, dozens at once, spearing into the advancing figures. The chains writhed, fighting back, but the threads pulled them inward. One by one the silver shapes collapsed into ash, their energy flowing into the shard. Lyra spun in a circle, cutting down two more before they could escape the threads. Mara fired again, pinning a third to a tree before it dissolved. Eron’s chant wove around Ava’s power, steadying it, binding it.

My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make. Then Knox stepped forward. “We can’t wait. They’re laughing at us and we won't have that.” His gaze slid to me. “Unless someone here wants to talk peace.” I met his eyes. “I want to think before I bury another brother.” “Thinking doesn’t stop bullets,” he shot back. “You gonna write them a letter, Ash? Ask them nicely not to kill us?” A few brothers snickered, uneasy laughter mixing with anger. Griff slammed his fist down. “Enough! Ash, you in or out?”

“Right now, let’s just enjoy the moment and feel alive. That’s all that matters.” To make my point, I picked up another glass, raised it briefly in her direction, then threw it back, gulping the shot in one go. The burn seared down my throat, familiar, almost comforting. What I didn’t expect was what came next. Lauren’s hand darted forward, quick and decisive this time, and she took not one, but three shots in rapid succession. The third, fourth, and fifth glasses were emptied in less than a minute, each one leaving her cheeks redder, her eyes brighter, her lips curved in a smile that was equal parts mischievous and dangerous.