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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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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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“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.
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Part 2 of the book at exactly 50% that’s great.
She clicked her tongue. “We lost all drivers. Some of our team went down in the function room. We barely got Arwood and Lissandra out of there—ugh, hang on.” She wiggled her pant leg. An intact bullet plopped onto the tiles.
— Dec 19, 2025 11:17PM
She clicked her tongue. “We lost all drivers. Some of our team went down in the function room. We barely got Arwood and Lissandra out of there—ugh, hang on.” She wiggled her pant leg. An intact bullet plopped onto the tiles.
“And maybe he didn’t. It’s addictive, and he rode the high. Living large while burying the rest of us six feet under with his shitty decisions.” There was so much venom in his voice; it brought color to his face. “He crashed, wasting away from an illness, but it took months for his body to actually quit breathing.”
Although it hurt to see him so angry, I understood why. Silas risked his life daily working for Arwood, putting his own well-being at stake to keep his family safe, dancing the tightrope of addiction and trying not to succumb. What kind of internal battle did he wage every day?
“I’m sorry your father let you down.” I wanted to reach out to him, but I kept my hand where it was. The last thing we needed was someone walking in on us. “You should be able to rely on them to be your compass when you’re lost. To be your north. But I have no idea how this relates to my father.”
He sank into his chair, giving a heavy sigh. “From what I’ve heard, he’s as bad as Arwood is.”
I groaned. First Arwood, now Silas? “I understand you’re upset, and I can’t begin to imagine what your family is experiencing in that cell, but please don’t drag my father into this.”
His jaw hardened with skepticism.
“Sounds like your father trained you to the letter. Cages come in all forms, Keanna.”
Hot anger surged. “Says you,” I spat. The depths of my rising fury took me by surprise, but I held my ground. I’d been there for him, and he wanted to repay me by acting like this? “You’re always on me to train and change my situation, but do nothing for yourself. Your mother and your sister have been imprisoned for eleven months. Until I got here and bargained a deal with Arwood for Isobelle, you were content to angst around and treat yourself as dispensable. You’re so preoccupied trying to keep them safe at any cost to yourself, you’ll die before you free them!”
Silas gave me the coldest look I’d ever seen from him. “Don’t. Say. That. To me.”
I was aware on some level that I should stop talking, but Silas criticizing my relationship with my father had struck a nerve. “But it’s true, isn’t it? You’re too paralyzed by fear. Don’t attack me, Silas. I see what you’re doing.”
“And I see you. A spoiled girl who only started living a few weeks ago. Who hero-worships a father who prefers to control you. He raised you to hate yourself, rather than help set you free.”
Spoiled? I flinched, that particular dagger driving deep. Deep—because it was true. “Wow. Tell me how you really feel.”
A single disagreement had deteriorated the fragile pyramid of promises and understandings we’d built together. Perhaps it was better I was leaving.
Hurt, puffed up on righteousness, and with spoiled girl echoing in my head, I stormed out of the library.