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orphan wife causing a scene. "How thoughtful of you, Lady Valerie," I said, my voice carrying clearly across the room. I didn't head for the head of the table. Instead, I walked to the sideboard and poured myself a cup of black coffee. "In the Nightveil territories, we have a saying: 'The guest who sits in the Queen’s chair is usually the one who doesn't have a throne of her own.'" A few of the younger warriors muffled their snags. Valerie’s jaw tightened, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

He didn’t speak for a long time. Finally, I whispered, “You said once that my mother tried to seal the power with love.” His gaze flicked to me, unreadable. “What happens if I try the same?” He looked away, his voice low. “Then the world burns with you.” The words lingered between us, quiet and terrible. Below, the first embers of dawn began to creep over the Vale — and far in the distance, red lights flared as the hunters closed in. Vale stood, drawing his blade once more. “They think they’re chasing prey,” he said softly. “Let’s remind them what happens when they corner the wrong wolf.”

Vale just stood in the centre of the house, grinning from ear to ear with her hands on her back. After a few minutes of them running here and there, they walk towards her with sweat covering their shirtless body. “Good morning, guys! Did you have a good sleep?” she mocked them. “Shit! Vale, what do you think you’re doing?!” Keith glared at her. “Umm... Waking you guys up?” she smiled innocently at them. They all groaned before murmuring something like, “I almost shoot him and... ” “Damn it! One more inch and I’ll hold my rewards... ”

Chuckled! “ Well, Yes, Wife… I know who you are. You would remember too if you slowed down on the drinks like I said yesterday.” sexy responded. “Would you like to sit while I give you a recap that might jog your memory on our adventures the night before?” he asked. I sat down and kept my mouth shut before I further embarrassed myself. Ethan’s POV

not quite so wide as to be on the other side. We proceeded to fill the confined space one by one. We were followed by the girl who briefly hesitated. She shook her head in frustration, saying "They won't stop coming," and added, "Vale has eyes all over it.". We will not be released easily by her.' "Vale," I muttered. The term sounded like the poisonous scent on my tongue. The first time I had ever heard that word aloud after all this time was hurting. "She won't get away with it.".

Drake's POV “ Wait Valerie, listen to me." I yelled repeatedly but Valerie wouldn't listen,age kept on moving, her pace gradually increasing. “ Please wait for Val. I have something important to talk to you about. The road ahead of us is quite dangerous. You need my help in navigating these dark paths. Let me help you." I urged, calling into the night air but Valerie wouldn't listen. “ Leave me alone." She managed to say, her back h at me,her pace a little.

Lucas narrows his eyes, he has never hear Douglas speak before. He must really be scared. " It is dangerous to travel in the dark", Tobi replies, he crouches on the ground and traces the dirts with his fingers. " indeed, traveling at night is very dangerous, we travel by day and hide by night", Tarah suggests, she picks the sharpened wood twirling around as her weapon. Lucas leans against the truck, he frown and glances at Emily. Smelling something awful, he glance around, sniffing the air.

She recalls "Once it's morning, your body becomes old, because we have to live young for one night" Even up to this very day, young adults still find it hard to understand what older people mean by 'tonight we are young, they just want to live their lives to the fullest. "Hey, guys" Ryan shush "She is coming". Ryan forced herself to smile as she waves to Melissa. " Fucking happy girl" She rolled her eyes. If only Melissa knew what was awaiting her, trying to dine with the devil would be the worst idea she had ever had. Ryan wasn't the fair type, she just stares at Melissa with hate, hidden inside her moist eyes. She had the most wonderful relationship with Molly until Dickson came into the p

a second, younger voice replied. "They can't hear anything over that string quartet," the first voice scoffed. "Besides, everyone knows. He was here until 3 AM again last night." A pause. The sound of glasses being set on a tray. "With her?" the younger voice whispered, full of scandal. "Always with her. 'Late-night meetings,' they call it. Poor Miss Vale. She's wandering around with stars in her eyes. Hasn't got a clue." Aurora’s blood didn't just run cold. It stopped.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*