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Andros smiling like he’d just stolen dessert together with and the secret recipe. The next page smelled faintly of orange peel tucked there in 1985 and still making its fragrant point. Lucia calls lemons by name and sets down two glasses. I think she is conjuring weather. I smiled despite myself. Some women bake; others rewrite climate. I turned another page. The ink darkened—a slower hand, or maybe just a deeper thought.

Through his hand where it touches my neck. And Liam's eyes flash pure amber. Not shifting. Something else. Something I have never seen before.

The apartment felt full and quiet at the same time. Later that night, after both babies had been fed and changed and settled again, they sat on the couch with the laptop open between them. Juliet had the agent’s email still on the screen. Adrian had opened the manuscript to a chapter she had written during the darkest stretch—the one where Damon made Lila come on his desk while the rest of the campus walked past the locked office door, completely unaware.

“We need you to drink the medicine to help Lenora wake up.” She swallows hard and slowly smacks her lips. When she stops, she relaxes and her wolf features fade. Lenora looks peaceful with a soft smile that makes me smile. “It’s not a pleasant taste. Very tart, like a bitter lemon.” Delilah shakes her head. “I still haven’t found a way to sweeten it.” “That would explain her reaction. Wolves don’t like lemons, but Leni loves them. Strawberry lemonade is her favorite thing in the whole wide world.” I chuckle and smooth her hair back. “Isn’t it, Sugar?”

“Come on. You’re being too sour. Why don’t you listen to your mother, huh?” “Get your hands off me, stupid Gabriel!” Tam exclaimed as the other pack members laughed at their antics. “Why? Didn’t I say not to like lemons too much?” Gabriel teased with a smirk. Tally, Tam’s little sister, raised her hand, “I also like lemons, Gabriel!!” “Ask Tam to give you one, Tally,” Gabriel said. “Tam! Give me lemons!” “Enough! Get off me, all of you!” The members of the pack from servants to soldiers all laughed seeing the chaotic but lively interaction amongst the youth.

After him it just said 'Moon Goddess'. I turned the last page and saw another divider. This one was named 'Lycan Magic', and my curiosity peaked. This divider held a bunch of papers too, but most of them I didn't understand. Then, I saw a page that said 'blood magic'. I stopped and read it.

Henry was tossing little twigs into the fire, watching them turn to ash, like they were old regrets. And me? I just sat there, staring into the flames, feeling a kind of quiet I hadn’t felt in years. Not silence. Peace. Real peace. I smiled to myself. Peace. It felt like a miracle. "Remember that time," Liam said suddenly, nudging Leila with his elbow, "when you tried to make a healing salve and accidentally made all our faces go green?" Leila gasped, nearly choking on her tea. "That was not my fault! You were the one who told me basil was the same as wolf's breath!"

he said, pulling out a small pouch and handing it to me. As I unwrapped a piece and popped it into my mouth, the familiar tang of lemon exploded on my tongue. It tasted… like him. Like his lips, always faintly scented with lemon, intoxicatingly sweet. The memory of our kisses, the taste of his skin flooded back, igniting a fire within me and a canal desire. Heat suddenly surged through me, and I could feel my chest tightening. Fuck! How can lemon candies turn me on now? I’m slowly getting crazy.

The circle seemed to shrink and expand at the same time, a living thing pulsing with drunken anticipation. Phones were half-raised again, then lowered under Lena's earlier glare, but she could still feel the weight of dozens of eyes like heat lamps on her skin. Lucas moved first—always the one to break tension with a joke. He closed the last step between them, stopping so close she could smell the faint cedar of his cologne mixed with the sharp bite of whatever he'd been drinking.

The memory of her past arrogant behavior in Amelia's presence flooded her memories and a deep sense of embarrassment engulfed her. Never did she imagine a day where she would need Amelia to speak up for her. She thought of how ironic it was. They sat on the couch, and Liam brought over two drinks. He placed one on the table and the other in front of Amelia. "Your lemon water. I added a bit of honey for you," Liam said. Amelia took a sip, finding it pleasantly tangy and sweet. Hannah glanced at the drink placed a bit farther away and suddenly lost her appetite.