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“We cannot locate Ms Farouq.” The man holding me flashed identification that resembled what Zeina carried, his grip tightening around my arm as if to quell the squeal loading behind my lips. He looked to be late twenties, perhaps early thirties, and his face was all harsh angles—cutting cheeks, jutting, clean-shaved chin—as he scanned the street.
— Dec 17, 2025 09:26AM
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It’s 2:46 am on a Sunday. I have quick plans with Alice and Lacey early in the morning. So I really should be sleeping but I’m 8/32 (25%) into the special side chapter. So imma mark this as finished and finish the special when I wake up later today. This book was good. I’d like more baddass Mc moments and more info on Arwood’s family dynamic. But 4 stars overall this was enjoyable although frustrating at the
— Dec 21, 2025 02:48AM
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SEVEN WEEKS LATER
Clutching an umbrella, I ran across wet cobblestones as I departed Trinity College, heading for the pub where Silas and his family waited.
He was the first person I saw, his hair curling adorably around his ears. I set my umbrella aside, ducking beneath snowflake garlands hanging from the ceiling, and ran over to him.
— Dec 21, 2025 02:31AM
Clutching an umbrella, I ran across wet cobblestones as I departed Trinity College, heading for the pub where Silas and his family waited.
He was the first person I saw, his hair curling adorably around his ears. I set my umbrella aside, ducking beneath snowflake garlands hanging from the ceiling, and ran over to him.
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Eilinora’s midnight blue gaze studied mine, intense but clear. As if she often analyzed the world and those around her and came away rarely surprised. Before Arwood, talking to someone like this would have terrified me. I kept my face as neutral as possible and my posture relaxed, like I had nothing to hide.
— Dec 21, 2025 01:40AM
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Isobelle Sayer was here.
She’d been in County Clare all along, slurping spaghetti and laughing like a member of a fucking sorority house.
I had no idea whether to laugh or scream.
A few indecisive moments later, I decided on neither. I pushed my chair back noisily and headed straight for her, ignoring Aoife’s yelp of surprise at my sudden exodus.
— Dec 21, 2025 01:24AM
She’d been in County Clare all along, slurping spaghetti and laughing like a member of a fucking sorority house.
I had no idea whether to laugh or scream.
A few indecisive moments later, I decided on neither. I pushed my chair back noisily and headed straight for her, ignoring Aoife’s yelp of surprise at my sudden exodus.
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Silas undid the button and zip, his thumbs smoothing over the skin underneath as he peeled my jeans off. I wanted to cover my thighs, conceal them somehow, but inhaled at the look in his eyes. The way his fingers hooked around my underwear, the way he slowly drew them down, placing kisses to the inside of my knees, suppressed the insecurities that rose.
— Dec 20, 2025 11:49PM
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Think something big is gonna happen to Mc now that she’s 21. Maybe a new power development?
It’s funny, the things that stick in your mind when you’re heading for danger. As we exited the car a block from the warehouse, piling out onto a sidewalk slick from recent rain, I clocked today’s date on the dashboard. In a few hours, I’d be twenty-one.
— Dec 20, 2025 11:01PM
It’s funny, the things that stick in your mind when you’re heading for danger. As we exited the car a block from the warehouse, piling out onto a sidewalk slick from recent rain, I clocked today’s date on the dashboard. In a few hours, I’d be twenty-one.
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“Miss Backhus,” Arwood said as I sat opposite him. “You wanted to see me?”
My eyes darted to the picture on the projector screen. “Another attack from Johan’s team?”
“One of my distribution centers. Five dead, ten injured.”
That was as good a segue as any. “Are you still having difficulty identifying him?”
— Dec 20, 2025 10:50PM
My eyes darted to the picture on the projector screen. “Another attack from Johan’s team?”
“One of my distribution centers. Five dead, ten injured.”
That was as good a segue as any. “Are you still having difficulty identifying him?”
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That escalated quickly.
“Doesn’t release him from accountability. My father lectured me on using my power every day after I transcended. Most parents tell their kids not to drink alcohol or party. My father pushed me to use just enough to train. Just enough to learn. Meanwhile, he’s working for Arwood and doing it at every opportunity. Like a junkie.”
— Dec 20, 2025 10:42PM
“Doesn’t release him from accountability. My father lectured me on using my power every day after I transcended. Most parents tell their kids not to drink alcohol or party. My father pushed me to use just enough to train. Just enough to learn. Meanwhile, he’s working for Arwood and doing it at every opportunity. Like a junkie.”
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“Say it louder, yeah?” the guard said. “Gimme a few more months on the perimeter.”
I gave him a generous smile. “You have to start somewhere, right? If I ever find my beloved Romeo, I’ll let him know requirements for a midnight visit are via the front door.”
Silas looked up, having heard my comment. Our eyes met then tore away again.
— Dec 20, 2025 04:01PM
I gave him a generous smile. “You have to start somewhere, right? If I ever find my beloved Romeo, I’ll let him know requirements for a midnight visit are via the front door.”
Silas looked up, having heard my comment. Our eyes met then tore away again.
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GODDAME LISAANDRA, ARWOOD, STEADMAN. THAT IS HOTT AS HELL.
It took a second to register what I was seeing.
Lissandra clutched the outer frame of a ladder. Lamplight washed over the material pooling under her white bustier and the straps of her heels. Tanned legs tightened around a man’s waist, holding him close as he thrust into her.
— Dec 20, 2025 01:42PM
It took a second to register what I was seeing.
Lissandra clutched the outer frame of a ladder. Lamplight washed over the material pooling under her white bustier and the straps of her heels. Tanned legs tightened around a man’s waist, holding him close as he thrust into her.
He nodded at the shopping mall. “Please. Come, miss.” He tugged at my arm.
I planted my feet as best I could. “No—”
The man relented, squeezing my shoulder in what I assumed he thought was a comforting gesture. “My name is Matej,” he said. “I work with Zeina, but we have lost contact with her. Your father wouldn’t want us to leave anything to chance. I must get you back.”
“My father—”
“Let me get you to his office first, then we’ll investigate. We have a car parked nearby.”
The mention of my father’s office helped, but it wasn’t enough. Not with Zeina missing. “‘I’m a little teapot, short and stout …’” My voice trailed off expectantly.
Matej’s sigh was barely audible above the bells tolling a few streets over. I prepared to wrench my arm free.
“‘If you don’t drink Earl Grey, count me out,’” he finished. Zeina’s remixed nursery rhyme passphrase sounded—quite frankly—absurd coming from this giant man, but I let him pull me forward. What had happened to Zeina? She’d been right there while I lined up for my smoothie, and then …
Gone.
Matej’s strides across the white reflective tiles reeked of practice and professionalism. He guided me past the glittering storefronts and toward the elevator accessing the parking garage. Zeina had never mentioned who she worked with, but I was thankful she had someone looking out for her. And me.
My grip tightened on my father’s present. I exhaled, trying to stay calm. It was going to be fine. There had to be an explanation that didn’t end in something bad happening to her.
Matej led me to a late-model black BMW spaces from Zeina’s empty white one. My gut churned. He ushered me into the back. Icy air-conditioning and sterile disinfectant washed over me as I sank into the leather seat.
The driver nodded. “Miss.”
I murmured a response; Matej sat beside me and spoke to the driver in Czech. I’d moved from Australia with my father while he settled a new company branch and hadn’t lived in Prague long enough to learn the notoriously difficult language past the basics, so I only recognized Zeina’s name in the stream of words.
Heavy silence fell as the doors locked, the driver screeching the car up the spiral ramp toward the street. Matej opened the bag on the floor.
I spied a matte black gun barrel, rope, handcuffs, and black zip ties that almost blended in with the material. Almost.