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My plan for Alex Oliver was to make him as simple as the next man beside us. Alex wasn't hot—he was cute. Alex didn't have any flashy cars—he had a bicycle. He wasn't the CEO of any billionaire company, just a normal twenty seven year old doing his normal stuff.

Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed. It was a photo of two hands tightly holding each other, and I recognized Zach's hand immediately. His left hand, where a ring should have been, was now marked only by a faint line. The caption read: "No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“A long time ago… there was a wolf. Powerful, free… as cruel as weeds that don’t let crops grow, as dark as ashes that sweeten hell.” My blood runs cold at her words. “Laila?!” “Yes. Laila Severus… the cruelest wolf that ever existed. The wolf that shook your lineage.” “That’s why it’s represented with an S… because of her surname.” The old woman nods. That explains Logan’s weapon. “But… what does it mean that she shook my lineage?” “I’m sorry, dear… but the curse didn’t end with the pact. If Laila manages to walk in the world of the living, your black wolf… will do the same.”

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.

Lily started giggling while poking her friend. "Lily. Stop it. Ronan is just my friend. There is nothing personal. Stop your imagination girl." "Oh. Then maybe you would find someone better in India. Maybe instead of Mrs. Blake you would be Mrs. ... Well let me think. I don't even know any such surnames of India. Shit girl." Lily was still struggling to remember any surname from India while stroking her temple with her fingers. "Thank god, you don't remember any surnames. Else I would have married off to any random Indian man." Myra left a breath of relief.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

The thing glowed soft silver, brighter than anything I could manage. Liana leaned in. “Kid’s got skills.” “Better than mine,” I admitted, pride leaking out anyway. “She sees the currents. Lines them up with the ley lines nobody else can spot.” “For real?” Liana’s voice actually went up. Erica shrugged like it was no big deal. “They’re just there. Like glowing rivers under the ground.” Liana whistled low. “I’ve only met two people who could do that. Both old as dirt.”