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Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

A few months later I was holding twins in my arms with my mate looking down at me but not with a smile. I had made a grave mistake

Author’s Note Hello, dear readers, I want to apologize to all of you who have reached this point and are reading without fully understanding what’s happening. After spending time rereading the book, I realized there were many repeated pieces of information and that the story wasn’t moving forward—it kept circling the same situations.

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About an hour later - of much boredom, I might add - my cell phone beeped, indicating a new message from Sophie. "Lena, I couldn't get Cassie's number and Paolo doesn't understand" Damn. I ran my hands through my hair and looked around, annoyed. I remembered the book I was going to start reading earlier and got up with the intention of picking it up. I picked it up from the bench where I had left it earlier and went back to the living room of the mansion, sitting down again on the couch and starting my reading until John woke up. One o'clock. Two. Three.

Leaving my gaze on her, I watched as she stepped forward, wiping her hands on her dress with a serious look dancing in her eyes. “Gregory,” she called softly, “before I speak, you must promise me something.” I narrowed my eyes at her, “What now?” “Promise me you won’t flip,” she said, her tone firm. “Your anger is… frightening, even though I hate to admit it” I scoffed, “I’m not a beast, say what you want to.” She swallowed hard, then whispered, “The twins were born of different fathers. One belongs to you.” The air left my lungs that instant and then it finally came back, I tossed my head backwards, letting out a low laugh.

ABIGEAL THE NEXT few days passed uneventfully, if uneventful involved discovering a bug in my target’s car or spotting multiple tails whenever we drove to the house. I mostly kept to my room except when he was at the office, then I hung out with his secretary Chris, bored out of my mind. I desperately wished for activity. Activity came just after midnight four days after we set the trap. I was sitting up in bed cleaning my daggers when I heard the soft clicks of a lock being picked.