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Celeste made a fair point, but that still did not remove the fact that I was still in the dark. “I get that, but will you tell me what you went to do in the dungeons now?” Celeste switched her gaze back to her book and waved a hand in the air. “In due time you will know.” I rolled me eyes. “Don’t give me that bullshit. Tell me now? Aren’t we in this together?” “Trust me, this piece of information isn’t that important, eo stop bothering me about it. If you are going to keep bugging me with questions, then just leave, I’m reading a book sns I’m at the interesting part.”

Leaning against the passenger seat with her eyes closed, Cora said in a soft voice, "What's this music? Very relaxing." "I downloaded it to soothe your mood. Got it? Nature's Path. "Zoe said happily. "Well, I like it. It sounds so quiet. " There was a hint of laziness in Cora's voice. In no time, the two arrived at a western restaurant.Zoe wanted to eat steak. There were two people sitting at the table. One was lively and active, and the other was gentle and elegant. "Hello, two steaks, both well-done. A bottle of Bin95 Grange red wine." Zoe looked up at the waitress and said.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday. Opening her eyes she realized it was afternoon for sunlight now streamed into the room through the partly parted curtains. She felt better after a nap, it did her as much

*Ezra's POV* By the next morning, Ezra had almost convinced himself yesterday hadn't gotten to him. Almost. That lasted exactly as long as it took to walk through the front doors. "Speak of the devil," someone called from a cluster near the trophy case. "Hey, Monroe. Careful, guys .... he might get interesting again." The hallway cracked up. Ezra's stomach dropped straight through the floor. Of course it had spread. At Ashford Academy, gossip moved faster than the actual school bell.

“If you remove the plug at any point, our arrangement ends. And you will regret it.” He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman. I stepped into the hallway on trembling legs, the plug a constant, secret reminder of what I had unleashed. As I walked across campus, every step made me bite my lip to hold back moans. Students waved at me. The professors nodded politely. No one knew that the brilliant but bratty Eleanor Parker was now secretly owned by the dangerously attractive Professor Julian Hale.

ANDREA’S POV Easton jolted awake from his slumber when I slammed his room door open. “Wha—” he spluttered, looking around frantically, a little confused. “Good, you’re up,” I said, reknotting the straps of the dressing gown I’d hastily thrown on before I left the room. Easton sat up and glared at me. “Do you have any idea what time it is, child?” I waved my hand. “Spare me. I need you to tell me everything you know about hybrids.”

Dark eyes that pin you in place, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and this quiet confidence that makes everyone else follow. Jett is chaos in human form. Tattoos climbing up his forearms and disappearing under his shirt, a grin like the world owes him a good time, loud and reckless and so stupidly hot it makes my teeth ache. He says the filthiest things with the easiest smile. And Easton. Sharp-jawed, quiet, watchful. Easton's been looking at me like something he wants to devour since I turned eighteen. Those dark eyes follow me everywhere. I've imagined them so many times. In my bed at night with my hand between my legs. In the shower with the water pounding my back. Bent over my desk with

Ending the call, I locked the cabin, stepping out as I headed to the camp center. Reaching there, the varieties of food to choose from weren’t that much. I ordered plain eggs and bread, but it was better than not eating— “Julianna….” At the mention of my name, my thoughts halted, snapping at the person, and instantly my whole being turned sour. It was, of course, Easton. The bruises on his face were still there, though he was doing a good job hiding his swollen face. Ignoring him, like he wasn’t standing there in the first place, I walked past him, but of course he wouldn’t allow me.