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screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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I was completely wrung out as my body convulsed around his, and the night had only begun. At some point we drank wine and ate food. If I hadn't been the one to order it, I wouldn't have been able to say what it was we ate. Most of the meal came to my lips via Nox's fingers as my hands were useless, bound behind me in an elaborate weave of satin. The dependence made each bite of food or drink of wine more fulfilling, more intoxicating. It was as if the fine French wine's alcohol content far exceeded the legal limit. Each morsel or sip brought to my lips at his discretion was a hit from a drug, the lack of control stimulating my bloodstream like cocaine.

“If it’s okay. I have also something to tell you.” *** (SOJU- is a Korean alcoholic drink made of rice or sweet potatoes. (Definitions from oxford languages) Searched in g****e

“Drunken Fury Technique. An unorthodox secret art that can only be possible with the use of heavy intoxicating spirits. Its practitioners gain constant enlightenment at the start but the effect diminishes at higher levels. Can be fully utilized up until the first Stage of Soul Birth Realm.” “Sealed Fists Art.” “Ancient Mist Law.” “Forbidden Dream Sutra.” Yin Lan began reading its contents one after another but it merely took her less than 30 minutes before she stopped on her tracks. Everything she read so far halted in the 1st Stage of Soul Birth Realm and this was not what she was here for at all.

"And while you're at it, bring a glass of the 1989 Chateau Haut-Brion with it." I also fucking hate wine. Give me a beer, a bourbon, a shot of tequila any day. Wine isn't my thing. But I love him, and regardless of the way he's high-handed sometimes, I think he loves me. He only wants what's best for me. I tell myself that every day. I'm just unsure if he really knows who I am, if he sees the real Hadley. "Hey," Trick snaps his fingers in front of my face. "You okay?"