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He let out a wail as the kick on his face, "If you don't speak up, I'll unsuspend your base in New York and get you a lot to spend your whole lives in prison." Perhaps it was the threatening power of his words, he was scared. After weighing his pros and cons, gritting his teeth, he relented, "Alright, I'll speak. This is what you wanted to hear, don't blame me if you regret it later." "Hmph." "But you have to promise that after learning the truth, you'll let my men go and stop causing us trouble. Let us make a living in New York" "Fine." "Alright then, listen carefully."

He didn’t want to be here longer than he needed to. Rosalie would return any minute now, he wanted the blood off the walls before his wife returned. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to blood on the walls. “Roman you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t steal from you. Warner did. He has been around the warehouse for months, running his mouth about how he just got a big pay day. You have to believe me. I didn’t do this...” Roman pauses. He looks past the man tied to the metal chair in front of him.

the fortune-teller said, feeling indignant on behalf of Serena. Serena smiled at him and asked, "Master, do you happen to know someone named Chris Vale?" The mention of that name made the man's heart skip a beat. Back then, he had schemed to swindle Chris out of some money by exaggerating and telling him that his daughter was naturally at odds with him, which would bring him bad luck. Chris, being a businessman, valued luck above all else. Naturally, when he heard that his daughter was supposedly bringing him misfortune, he was alarmed.

"Everything about you is my business. You are my fiancée." "I said no to the engagement." "And I said that does not matter." His thumb pressed into my cheek, just shy of pain. "Do you know what I did this morning, Aria? I bought your father's debt. All of it. Fifty-three million dollars. He owes me now. Not the bank. Not his investors. Me." The world tilted. "You cannot—"

He sank to the flagstones and, with his head bowed, told the story of the last weeks: how he had wormed his way into Moonspire’s kitchens and store rooms, how he had watched Liora move among her people and wondered at the brightness they gave her, and how, beneath that brightness, Theodore had been patient and terrible. He spoke of contacts bought with gold and fear, of merchants who owed loyalty in the form of favors, of a small ring of thieves and river–folk bound to Nightfang by debts paid in blood. He named places where letters were left in secret — a hollow at the old elm near the east gate, a pack of two–faced fishermen who pretended to sleep in the boats but were paid to listen, and t

"To a city that knows its master. To a future where the Alphas and the Rogues walk hand-in-hand under the Vane banner." ​As he moved through the crowd, shaking hands and reciting the "meta" script the auditors wanted to hear, his heart was miles away. He was listening to the silent comms-channel in his ear, waiting for the sound of Elena’s breathing, waiting for the signal that the heist had begun.

Inside one chamber, several guards restrained a young wolf struggling violently against chains. At first glance, he looked ordinary. Terrified. Sweating. But when he lifted his head His eyes flickered violet. My stomach dropped. “He attacked two guards without warning,” Killian explained. “Then started speaking in another voice.” The wolf suddenly laughed. Not his laugh. Her laugh. Every hair on my body stood on end. “Well done,” the voice said through him, smooth and familiar. “You found one of my listeners.” Theodore stepped forward, fury radiating from him.

Aleksei roared from behind me, his voice vibrating through the warehouse. Gerald stared directly at me, completely ignoring Aleksei “ Rowan Morretti, my boss wanted you, Violet Greco , the order was to cause chaos at the Carmene gate and kidnap you while the other boys burn down your father’s warehouse.” A cold dread pooled in my stomach, but before I could ask him what Rowan wanted with me, a deafening BANG echoed right next to my ears. I flinched as Gerald's head snapped back, a bullet pierced perfectly between his eyes and his body went limp on the pole.