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All that was gone. One stupid mistake of a witch had cost them everything and I had gone and repeated the same mistake. I sighed, studying the hallway we were walking through. It was dusty and covered in cobwebs. I doubted if anyone came there. Aaron unlocked the door and kicked it open. That wasn't a good sign. The room was filthy and everything was covered in cobwebs. The broken bottles of elixirs and moldy spell books told me all I needed to know. The room had belonged to a witch.

I could feel Shane tensing up. What? Oh my God! I could not believe such a magical thing was happening to me. It was as if my boss had connected to my keyboard and was synced to it. Shane watched me work. He suddenly realized why he had fallen sick today. He began to choke me. "Jamie Rogers! What did you do to me?!" This was a new keyboard! How was I supposed to know what was going on? I never thought something like this was even possible. Shane's grip made it hard for me to breathe, and my arm crashed down on the keyboard.

“You’re reckless. Wild. And completely fearless. That witch… Kristine… she’ll sense your desperation and twist it against you. One mistake… one falter… and she’ll take everything.” I let my lips curl into a confident, sultry smile, dangerous and teasing. “I won’t falter. My wolf… my fire… they guide me. I control the moves, the words, the spell… and by your birthday… Alpha Jake will burn for me. Helplessly. Irrevocably. And nothing… nothing… can stop it.”

I could not breathe. The wolf and the witch were in conflict, competing for dominance within me, with each pulling on the other. I was haunted by the witch's enchantment, which was so old and calculated, while the wolf'SPIDERITY gnawed upon my chest, calling for swift action. The heat of it caused a burning sensation on my skin, and my thoughts fell apart. How many days can I keep this? I inquired, holding onto the slack that had been lost in my control.

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“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

“Let her wait a little. You don’t always have to jump when she calls. It’s good to keep her guessing sometimes.” Jackson hesitated, his thumb hovering over the answer button. “Dude, I don’t know. She’ll get mad. I don’t feel like dealing with that.” I shook my head. “Trust me, it’s not a big deal. If she really needs something, she’ll call again. Just let her sit for a minute.” Jackson glanced at the phone, clearly torn. He knew I was right, Amy could be a little fiery, but sometimes it was better not to be so predictable. Still, I could tell he was hesitant to risk it.

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My plan was to explore the house and find out every single possible escape route, while planning my escape. Why the hell does Mr. Dark and Dangerous have to be Mr. Smarty Pants as well? He leaves without a word, closing the door gently behind him. Twenty minutes later, the guard comes in with an electronic Kindle, drops it on the bed and leaves without uttering a single word. Strange. Glad to finally be able to do something, I pick up the Kindle and open up the first book. It's about a knight who eventually falls in love with a common girl. Classic.

"Bring it to my office once it's revised." "Yes, Mr. Gilmore," I whispered. Back at my desk, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Mr. Y's texts flooded in, one after another, like a relentless drumbeat I couldn't escape. "Darling, the forecast says it's going to rain tonight. Come home early." He then sent me 500 dollars. "Use it for a taxi. Don't squeeze into the subway." "I learned a new song. I'll sing it for you tonight."