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I wondered again if Ivy had known about this book, how hard it seemed for her to beat the Darkforce. I opened the page where I had placed the bookmark and searched with my eyes where I stopped. Only this time, I didn't hide in the attic, I laid on the couch with Killian. My legs wrapped around his as his fingers trailed small circles all around my skin but I wasn't distracted by all these, instead I was more engrossed in the fancy writings on the chronicles of the Abyssal eater. “My reflexes are just fine," Killian explained. “Though I need to meet up with my stamina, I guess it's just stress"

In any case, Jack was not intrigued by any means. Thus, he sat in the obligation room and read a novel out of weariness. In only a couple of moments, notwithstanding, his cell started to buzz constant. News about the live transmission of death overflowed in. It overflowed the screen. - "Four Kills Extraordinaire! The Death Judge Will Act Again!" "The Sentenced Are All Minors! The Death Judge Is a Cold-Blooded Killer and a Bloodthirsty Judge!" "High IQ Crime! Another Perfect Live Broadcast! Netizens Say That You Need High IQ To Watch the Live Broadcast of Death!

A chill rolled down my spine. When we reached his study, he pushed the door open and strode to his desk like a man with a mission. I followed, quietly. My pulse drummed in my ears as I sank into the leather chair opposite him. Without sitting, Killian pulled out his phone. “Every media outlet that published or circulated that photo—I want them offline before midnight,” he said to Mel without blinking. “Blogs, tabloid sites, random online accounts. I don’t care if it’s a student behind a phone—shut. it. down.”

“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about, Sarah Killian. You have no idea what THEM is up to behind closed doors.” “You mean, worse than contracting out serial killers and assassins to kill civilians all over the country? Please, Nick. You came to the wrong girl if you’re looking for righteous indignation over anything THEM might be up to. I’m sorry you had a little nervous breakdown, or whatever, and got yourself turned over to the Feds, but that was your problem.”

he asked to keep the conversation going as he put the phone on speaker and started taking off his shirt. "Tomorrow? Umm...I haven't decided yet but I was thinking of taking Angela to the library tomorrow," she answered. "Why the library?" Killian recalled their last meeting in the library. When he was left hanging again. Not hanging actually. "I am helping her in reading," Killian nodded. "You like to read?" he pulled up his sweatpants and went up to the bed without putting on any shirt. "Yes, sometimes," "What else do you like?" he grabbed his phone on theway and sat on his bed.

She'd rolled her eyes and wouldn't touch it then. Now, she opened the cover. There was a note written inside: *I never needed you to agree with me. I just enjoyed arguing with you because, as long as we argued, we were speaking. We were alive.* *-K* Isla ran her fingers over the words. Her throat tightened. She read the book that night. And for the first time in a very long time, she forgot to be angry. --- In another section of the city, Killian stood in his office, the skyline indistinct behind him. The media spun rumors still. Investors defaulted on threats to withdraw. His mother accused him of recklessness. His father was silent.

I walked barefoot out the main gates of the Silvermoon pack territory. A rusted-out pickup truck waited for me. A relic from my old life. The door didn't just creak; it screamed in protest as I pulled it open. Now, it was my only way out. As I opened the door, I saw them. A pack of reporters, already waiting. "Elena! Over here!" "What does it feel like to be rejected by Alpha Aiden?" "Do you have anything to say to Lady Cora?"

“I can focus on that. As long as I am around, nothing bad will happen to her. And that is my oath!” “Good! Now that we have sorted this out, how about calling our supplier? I was thinking, with his alchemy knowledge, he might give us a straight answer, whether this serum can happen?” “That is most likely. Killian is a professional. I am sure he would get us out of this mess!” and right about then I reached for my cell phone. There’s got to be a way to settle this out. On the second call, Killian’s voice echoed in me. I didn’t get the chance to greet him properly.

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