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Fiancé, Brother, I hated how everyone could lay claim to him and I couldn't. “You’re my best friend, not his.” Raph’s voice broke. My inside shrivels. I should’ve felt guilt, but all I felt was heat pouring out of Tommy. That stillness, it wasn’t normal. It was a symptom of dog syndrome. I felt that strong urge to protect him. That was my job as his doctor. “I’ll explain later,” I said. I moved out of the bathroom, pulling Tommy along with me down the corridor, out the back door, and into the car park.

came the PI’s gravel-rubbed voice. “I just landed. Still got him?” “Never lost him. They’re staying at a luxury villa outside of town. High walls. Private gate. Madison went out for more party favors an hour ago. Came back with enough white powder to make a snowstorm blush.” “And Tommy?” “Wasted. Half-naked. Still thinks the world owes him.” “Good,” I said. “Let him stay dumb.” “Got a plan?”

Did Ethan know he would be locked up in Stone Village, so he wanted to lend him a final helping hand? “Thank you.” Tommy did not think much about it and immediately walked toward those men. However, as soon as he left his room, he saw his guards lying on the ground. “What happened to them?” he asked. “Don’t worry. They’re just knocked out. They’ll wake up soon.” Those men were the South Regent’s subordinates, highly skilled, and they effortlessly brought Tommy out of Stone Village. They threw a phone to Tommy, saying, “Stephen’s number is in it.”

“I’ll come to you.” Tommy’s voice got even lower, sounding almost like a man’s voice. “I’ve been waiting for you. You’re on my playground. Who did you think the monster was?” Tommy’s voice was now deep and evil as something not of this Earth. “I just love the smell of your fresh souls, ha-ha-ha-ha. You two idiots are coming with me!”

The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land. "Back at Myozola, those with powers were free to go to the Moka, the wells to drink freely and have their powers boosted but the Force destroyed hundreds of those wells and left just a few guarded, for those that agreed to work for them. We were doing research and that's how we came up with the fruits. It was to make us stronger even without having to drink from Moka," explained Koyala. He then proceeded," Now, the Force would never send its soldiers after you unless you are a potential threat to them. So we brought you here to r

“I see it now. But… he was not there during this council.” “I guess he must have been busy kidnapping my mate to have come,” Kaylee replies with more than enough venom. Dominic says nothing to these words. There is nothing to say. He is recognized. Once Tommy is able to get used to the bright rays of the sun, his eyes immediately find Viktor and I and he launches at us, not even bothering to take stock of where he is. Fortunately, the wolves are still holding his chains and he just yanks back like a yoyo and falls to the ground.

His companion: “So what’s the play?” Tommy: “We need to move quickly. Make a change tomorrow instead of waiting for everyone to agree…”* The recording continued for two full minutes—Tommy discussing stealing from the club, framing Nick, planning to move Chloe against everyone’s wishes, dismissing leadership, plotting a slow-motion coup. By the time it ended, the entire room fell silent, and all eyes were fixed on Tommy, who looked pale. “That was taken out of context,” he stammered, trying to regain control. “I was just testing someone’s loyalty to see if they’d report suspicious conversations…”

He said he knew everything about me, so he must know about my father, and he'll also know that we're on the run. "I'm gonna miss this place; this has to be the longest we've stayed safe," Tommy said. "Well you know the rules, don't get too attached and don't make any friends", I said as I helped him up and handed him a clutches that I stole from a nearby medical store early this morning. Don't ask. My dad opened the door. "We're ready to leave", Tommy said. "Uhm, there's been a change of plans", he said. "What change?", I asked.

Melissa is asleep upstairs. Tommy is probably dreaming about dinosaurs or superheroes or whatever five-year-olds dream about. My phone buzzes. Text from Harrison Petrov: ‘Vote will be close. Need to know where you stand. Call me.’ I don't call. Not yet. Footsteps pad down the hallway. Small ones. Tommy appears in the doorway in Batman pajamas. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with tiny fists. "Daddy?" "Hey, buddy." I minimize the email screen—Harrison's name disappearing like it was never there. "What are you doing up?"

I commended, and I meant it. Tommy chuckled drily and shook his head. “Trust me, Mia, it’s far from interesting. When lads like us don’t get to see the outside world so that we can have girlfriends, it gets boring,” Tommy said. “All we do here is work all day, eat, and…” he continued, but he never got to finish the statement. “Shouldn’t you be working right now, Tommy?” A male cold voice asked. Without seeing him, I knew just who had spoken. It was Saint, one of my worst nightmares, right after Jackie.