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"The box is the text that continues." Dante looked at her. "The text that continues," he said. "Vandermeersch used the phrase. In his closing statement at the final proceeding. He credited me, but it was mine and Elian's, and now it's yours, and I think—" He paused. "I think that's how the best phrases work. They belong to everyone who needs them." "The best phrases are like wisteria," Màiri said. "You plant them in one garden and they show up in others."

Third-Person POV Vivian thought the whole issue with borrowing money would die down. But a few days later, while Vivian and Edmund were out, Ian showed up at the house with Louisa once again. As soon as Ian saw Caroline, he dropped to his knees. "Mom, please, you have to lend me the money this time." Caroline stopped what she was doing, looking at them in confusion. "You're asking this again? Didn't we tell you we don't have any money?"

I'm happy. "This girl is on fire... This girl is on fire... She's walking on fire... This girl is on fire everybody stares at she goes by... Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes... Watch her as she's lighting up the night nobody knows that she's a lonely girl and it's a lonely world but she gon' let it burn baby, burn, baby..." The crowd are so wild, what the? OMG! I'm so honored. "This girl is on fire, this girl is on fire, she's walking on fire..."

I sound bored. He freezes for a second before leaving the room to take the call. “Liar,” I whisper to myself after he leaves. I take out my phone and reread the message from my anonymous sender. Unknown: If you ever need an escape, reach out to me. No cost or strings attached.

And then they sang—not a war song, not a victory chant, but the old lullaby once sung to new Flamekeepers: “Let the spark become the flame, Let the flame become the path, Let the path become the story— That no shadow can outlast.” As the final notes faded into the wind, Serena looked at the flame once more. And the flame… smiled.

My imaginative and prescient blurs and the room spins. "Noah, please," I croak, my voice slightly audible. "You whore," he growls. "Two months far from me, and you’re already dozing with your ‘buddy’?" "It's not…" I attempt to explain, but the phrases catch in my throat as I choke. "Sir, please let her move!" Mary Anne’s voice cuts via the fog. Noah’s grip loosens, and I collapse to the ground, coughing violently. "She’s satisfactory," Noah snaps, his tone icy.

Half an hour later, Dennis sent a message that read, "Apologies, Derek. You were the one who suggested burning your wife alive to save us the trouble. You were too slow in withdrawing your men, and now she's nothing but ashes. "That being said, in view of the Church family's sincerity in giving us half your territory, I've instructed my men to wrap her up and return her to you for memory's sake." Not long after, a bag of ashes was sent to Derek. Along with it was my divorce agreement and recording pen. The recording pen contained audio of the words I had whispered to keep him conscious when I rescued him back then. Clutching the ashes, Derek laughed and wept like a man unhinged.

" Fire on fire, We're normally killers With this much desire, together, we're winners they say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners but don't let ruin our beautiful rhythms cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me and look in my eyes. You are perfection, my only direction. it's fire on fire, Mmm. it's fire on fire."

"That's the nature of families like ours. The war never actually ends. It just changes shape every few years, waiting for someone foolish enough to think it's finally over." He left before I could ask what he meant by “ours”, whether that was a slip or a deliberate breadcrumb he wanted me to chew on for the rest of the night. I sat alone in that booth for another ten minutes, replaying the conversation, trying to extract some clue about his identity from the specific words he'd chosen, the way he carried himself, anything at all. I came up with nothing.

Although I'd already found out all the filthy and despicable things she'd done, hearing it from the horse's mouth herself still squeezed my heart with something heavy and suffocating. "You know I worked my ass off for Harland and Harland only! You have no right to ruin my future! Not for Johnny, not for anyone! You've made your choice. So, you can gallivant off to the sunset with him, and it'd still be none of my business. Now, get the hell out of my sight!"