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Some guests had taken the invitation to dance with enthusiasm, whirls of material darting beside slower-moving couples like us. Thankfully, Silas seemed content to talk over joining them, our conversation flowing between passing snatches of German, Czech and accented English. No one had tapped me on the back, asking me to stop.
— Dec 17, 2025 10:33PM
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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.
“Just a little bit, huh?”
“Absolutely. Contrary to popular opinion, you shouldn’t overdo the cheese.”
“Microwave brownies are the extent of my culinary talents. The kind you make in a mug?”
“Rustic. I like it. You bring dessert, and I’ll bowl you over with my gnocchi.”
“Appreciate the pun. Your style of pick-up line?”
His smirk became wicked. I could swear he’d drawn me a little closer. “If I was pulling out those lines, you’d know it. Besides, if we’re going to be friends—garden buddies, to be more precise—small talk isn’t going to cut it. I have specific selection criteria.”
“As in, we must be able to engage in basic ballroom dancing and/or witty banter?”
His eyes lit up. He was enjoying this, too. “See? You’re halfway there.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. My cheeks ached in the best way. “Now, that’s setting me up for failure. I can hardly be expected to fulfill the requirements of exchanging witty banter if my dancing partner isn’t witty.”
He laughed. Something flipped inside me at the sound.
Another tinkle of glass accompanied the aroma of roast duck and sweet honey lacing the humid air. The couples around us swayed to a stop. “Thanks for the dance,” I said, my grin turning coy. “Shall we trade blood types later?”
Silas led me to my table, releasing me but reaching for my hand instead. “You bet.” He turned it upwards, planting a kiss in the center of my palm. Sparks shot down my arm. My breath hitched. “I hope to speak with you again soon, Keanna.”
My stomach lurched, filling me with the sudden urge to grab him. Keep him close. Like I was magnetized, unwilling to part with him. Startling, considering we’d just met.
I curled my fingers, as if capturing the remnants of his kiss in my palm. “I do, too.” I hesitated, then added, “Garden buddies for life.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” With a nod, he strode for one of the tables lining the back wall.
All through dinner I resisted the temptation to search for him, second-guessing my response and whether I should have given him my number. Would he have even wanted it? Had he been merely seeking a distraction to pass the time? Afterwards, I couldn’t spot him, but with some of the attendees leaving, I could only assume he’d left too. Disappointment lodged deep, but I told myself it was for the best. And if the hours moved slower, well, at least the start of the night had flown by.
Once we returned home, I sat on my bed, my fist resting against my chest. The beautiful boy with the beautiful smile. My pulse fluttered, remembering how close he’d stood while we danced, even as I tried to keep a grip on reality. I was infatuated, that’s all. Placing too much importance on a fleeting, flirtatious exchange.
But I still wanted to see him again. I hoped I would. Butterflies filled my belly as I fell asleep, excitement coursing through my blood …
PRESENT DAY
For months afterward, I’d scanned the room at events, hoping to see those flecked brown eyes leaping with amusement. I’d even roamed outside, searching the darkness for the boy who liked to hide. But I’d never found him. Months had passed. Silas had become a phantom of that night, a night I’d pedestalled in my mind and remembered to be more than it was.
Seeing him now was almost more surreal than what had just happened with Ri.
I held my breath. Silas regarded me, too, confusion replacing his scowl.
“Why am I here?” His voice was like that night in the garden, a husky burr inside the confining room.
Arwood slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. “I have a tool I require your special skills to help wield. She screams, and people die. Find a way for me to control it.”
My eyes darted to Silas in horror, but his expression remained unchanged as he scratched his chin. He had a black band around his wrist, just like Ri’s. “I’m … not following.”
“You’re smart. You’ll figure it out.” Arwood moved to the door. “Solve my problem, or I’ll put a bullet through both of your heads.”
The door dragged across the plastic until it closed, leaving me and Silas in unforgiving silence.