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There was no way Ella was stupid enough to jump. Jai and Daniel turned around and went down the hallway while Cain walked further down the room to the next car. Cain came to the door at the other end of the car and, before he could touch the door handle, the door swung open.

Roman rolled his eyes and looked at me “camila, this is my twin brother Ronald and my sister Kylie” “hi” I murmured softly. “aww..she’s shy” Ronald said. “scored good this time” Kylie said drinking from Roman’s glass of wine. The waiter brought our food, Ronald made an order, telling the waiter to charge it to Roman’s account. “no” Roman objected “you little …”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Dnaiels started to speak to them about their mission: “Ladies, today as you know Pales are in town! It’s our job to look for the den. Any uncovered manholes spotted let me know. Any blood trails, let me know. Any recently busted down doors, LET ME KNOW.” Daniels really put emphasis on letting him know to get his point across. “Any questions, ladies?” Daniels asked.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

This was clearly another one of Summer's little tricks. As he stood in front of his slides, Finance Director Albert Page squinted at the screen and said thoughtfully, "So…phia? Alright, please begin your presentation." Darvey stiffly corrected him, "Old Man Page, my name is Darvey." Albert's face darkened. "Just call me Mr. Page." Even though all he had to do was read my report, Darvey still stumbled through it, mispronouncing words and pausing in all the wrong places.

I explain, slightly looking down the hall to see if anyone was coming, luckily it was clear. "Well I normally wouldn't but as you're family I'll do it this once, is it a active case and can I have the name of the main person in the case?" He asks with a smile, quickly pulling his phone out looking over at me. "It's a very active case and the name of the person is Freya Edwards" I smile, he looks up and me for a second thinking but soon nods writing it in his phone "could we keep this between us please, Anthony might not want me to do this" I ask, he definitely wouldn't want me to do this, I hear my name being called by the man himself, which causes panic to speed through my body.

Chrystal stayed glued to Oliver, listening to the vast list of last names in the Dunroch sector until finally, they heard the last word, "Gunn" "Now, press 1." Oliver pressed the button with the number 1; seconds later, the robotic voice told them the number was disabled, but the address was still valid; both young people chose to know the address of Collette Gunn, making a mental note in Chrystal's head so she wouldn't forget any details. Unlike Dinashia, the redhead didn't know Neshala very well, she had only been to the beach a couple of times with her family, but it was nothing that a few questions to pedestrians couldn't solve.

“And you, why did you come here instead of protecting your king?” “My duty remains here. It is to protect you, princess, the last of the royal family.” Falstad bowed his head, hiding his expression under this act. “I’ve seen how easily lord Dillan fell under that man’s spells, it was as easy as cutting butter. He had no chance to even respond, not even a second to utter a word.” “Lord Dillan the kingdom’s champion?” Falstad nodded. “So my princess, I assumed for the worst. And do you hear those shouts? They aren’t cheers, but the wails of men being culled at the moment.”