Jade Spear Novelas e Histórias

She had to pull on her plastered smile and engage in more small talk. While Leila was preoccupied with the tête-à-tête, I took a moment to observe the other four candidates. Jasmine Madden, dressed in silver and adorned with strands of tanzanite-studded necklaces, was speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Judging from her body language, it wasn’t hard to tell she might be a spy from the Ebony Eyes. She glanced around frequently during the conversation and was constantly moving, never standing in one spot for more than five seconds.

Below, Chicago was a blurred grid of amber and red, oblivious to the fact that its digital heart had almost stopped beating three hours ago. "The bleeding has stopped," Jade said from behind me. I turned. She was sitting at the kitchen island, a sleek white marble slab that looked like a sacrificial altar in the dim recessed lighting. She had a new laptop—a ruggedized military unit I’d kept in the wall safe—and her fingers were moving with a slow, rhythmic mechanical precision. She’d cleaned the soot from her face, but she was still wearing the tactical leggings and the charcoal sweater. She looked small in the vast, minimalist space.

The spies stood frozen in the garden of light, their faces masks of terror. Kelthar's blade lay on the ground where he had dropped it. Vex's fangs were bared, but not in hunger. In fear. The priests' blind eyes were wide, their illusions shattered into fragments of light that drifted like dying stars. Jade rose from his throne of flowers. His robes flowed around him like water, the gold dust on his skin catching the mountain's eternal glow. He walked toward the spies, his steps silent, his presence overwhelming.

The King himself comes to meet that woman. “That is Ivy Rochdale,” Jade says, “daughter of the King’s Beta. She trained to be a warrior. One of the few female warriors with a rank. I’ve met her before in one of the Gatherings. She’s a bitch.” Jade turns to me. “And madly in love with your prince.” My head snaps in her direction. “What?” She scoffs. “Everyone’s convinced they’re meant to be. Since they were children. Some even believed that she would be his fated mate. You have competition.”

He will recover eventually, living with pain from the accident probably the rest of his life. “What is this?” Jynx asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. We left the hospital a few minutes ago and are now headed home. I’m driving my car while Jynx is playing with the two knives she so sneakily put in her combat boots before we left the house. “The music?” I ask in confusion. “Yeah.” “That’s Michael Jackson’s, Smooth Criminal.” I give her a sideways glance. “Do you like it?” Jynx nods. “It doesn’t make me want to stab anyone.”

I couldn't say anything to her because I already knew who the caller was. "Jared can't go out, he has an infection in his spine and can't walk, he might be like this for a week." It was Matheus who was talking to her, I didn't want to intervene, I couldn't do much, I just heard their discussion. He even yells at that person. "Fuck off, he can't move, and I don't care who you are. You can come and check what's on his back." I just watched her hanging up the cell phone, and it gave me some happiness to see everything she was doing for me. It was kind of nice of her. Lucia came over to me and kissed me on the mouth.

Tears began to mar her lovely face and I wanted nothing more than to kill the person that put her through this. However, there was a truth I kept on denying to myself: there was only one person in the Blood Shade who would dare to stand up to me by pulling a stunt like this. .Lucas.

Clay suggested, and we all returned to our rooms in pain to prepare for the trip to our seer. The moment I stepped out, people went to hide. What we had done to the people that wronged Scarlett spooked them. Stasia was still at large, but I hoped we catch her on time and deal with her. I just hope Scarlett will be here for it. While waiting for Maxwell to bring the jeep, I looked at Martha in the florist's shop. She was staring at me, but when I looked in her direction, she looked away completely. She was the kindest to Scarlett, and Scarlett spoke highly of her when things were good between us.