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I whispered and my hand balled into fist after reading those words. “Are you going to take this case, Atty. Zarmeda?” —Azureriel

Sure enough: “Where’s Right-Guardian Zachariah?” Adam inquired. “Is he in the back with Servant Iris?” Michael flashed back to where he left Right-Guardian Zachariah, somewhere in the Rockies back in Colorado. It had been nothing but a pleasure to shoot him in his mouth, blowing out those fucking teeth that he sucked on incessantly. Shoving him off a precipice into the ravine below had been equally wonderful: the body had made a wetly satisfying sound when it hit the stone.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

What a defensive and hostile woman… Whatever the case was, Zachariah knew that all he could do now was give in to her whims… With that, he could only ask in a helpless tone, “Fine… What exactly do you want me to do…?” Delighted to hear that, Zuri’s confidence instantly peaked as she replied in a loud voice, “I want you to kick them out of Schywater City!” It was evident that she had deliberately done so to ensure that the trio heard her. Upon hearing that, Zachariah could only groan before saying, “…Isn’t it fine if we just teach them a lesson…? Don’t you think you’re causing too much of a scene for such a small matter…?” Zachariah himself didn’t like using his power and position to bully ot

"Suzanna, you caught my attention from the first time we collaborated. And everything that happened after that only showed me how strong and kind you are. "I've been divorced once. I thought I'd never let myself fall for anyone again, until I met you. I don't want to call you Ms. Johnson anymore. I want to call you Suzie." He paused before asking, "Suzie, would you give me a chance to take care of you and Daniel?" I felt conflicted meeting Mr. Skylar's sincere gaze. After a failed marriage, I thought I stopped hoping for a relationship. But he admired my independence and understood my past. He also supported me in my career and brought warmth back into my life.

“I did it.” Zach’s eyes met mine, and for once, he wasn’t smiling. He looked… fascinated. Maybe even reverent. “You did,” he said softly. “You truly did.” He flexed his hand, turning it over to study the healed skin. Then he looked at me again, those bright eyes filled with something I couldn't read. “Master healing,” he murmured. “And then…” his lips stretched into a rather unsettling smile. “…we can move to the opposite. Destroying a body from the inside.”

“I will come back for you, Dia.” Her lips tipped into a rueful smile. “I’ll wait for you.” *********** Zachary tossed his ripped shirt outside his chambers, snarling at his sentries to fetch him his generals and to ensure he was not to be disturbed by anyone, even if they were a family member. A hot bath awaited him in his bathroom and he lowered himself in, submerging himself in the near-scalding heat like it could burn away his guilt and the heat of the kiss with his foe’s daughter.

Krystal smiled as she danced her fingers at Madison’s face showing her the giant pretty engagement ring around her finger. “Hmmm, like the sound of that.” Madison replied “YAY!!” “Girls night it is, we can’t let them know.” Krystal warned “Sure, count me in!” Few hours later, at Zach’s mansion. Zach stepped out his room dressed in a black suit pants and a black t-shirt, he had changed his hair color from a dark ink color to a blonde one. He majestically walked down the foyer to the living room just to watch some N*****x series.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

he said gently as he headed to the door She suddenly looked at him, he could still see the confusion in her eyes. “Where are we going she asked?” Zach looked at her mysteriously, “It’s a secret” he stepped out and closed the door behind him. *************** Aramina cocked her hair as she involuntarily closed the door, she suddenly missed him and his scent. She didn’t understand this sudden longing for Zach; she has always acknowledged that he was handsome. His six points three feet in height and dominating aura spoke to power, and his broad shoulders bespoke reliance and dependence.