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"Imperial palm" *BOOM*

Bitch. "One more thing, make sure to act normal in front of my parents. They could sense it right away when something dubious is going on." "Sure. Anything you need, babe." Chloe did her best to conceal annoyance by plastering a smile. An inorganic one. "So it's babe from now on? Smooth." He was so calm but his eyes glinted in irrepressible mischief. "Why? Don't you like it?" She shot back with a challenging, questioning stare. But Ira knew how to play his cards well. He hastily plastered his legendary charming smile, never breaking eye contact with her. His hot, risqué gaze lingered for quite long and the weight of his stare was seeping through her veins.

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

“What choo up to?” He turned the music down and listened carefully. Gary and Paul pretended to be asleep but kept nudging one another as if he wouldn’t notice. Belle Vue. He’d forgotten about that place. A germ of an idea flitted into his consciousness, then slipped away. His head was doing a great impression of a ball of cotton wool. Belle Vue. Closed because of a scandal, he was sure. He’d love to see what they’d done with it, so he agreed to meet her there tomorrow at nine and mentally crossed his fingers that any hangover wouldn’t be too bad.

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This one was larger-a bit more fast and schooled. Leora slipped by its first hit but it pounced again. She stumbled over a blasted root, and then the rogue seized her down on the ground. The feelings of panic arose and surged within her as she was pushed against the ground with the snarling muzzle inches away from her. One, she could feel it breathing on her skin, and two, its claws were digging into her shoulders. “Leora!” Liam's shout broke the commotion. Before the rogue could deliver a strike, Liam barreled into it hard enough to knock it off from her. They fell together in a bundle on the ground, and within seconds, he was on top of it, putting an end to the rogue with a body-crushing b

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