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Drawing upon the information provided by the map, Severin muttered to himself, "Perhaps there are seventh-grade herbs on this planet too." He was a seventh-grade medium-rank alchemist, so any ordinary sixth-grade herbs were useless for him. Only seventh-grade herbs could ignite Severin's interest enough to warrant action. He hoped that the herbs on the planet ahead held sufficient quality to meet his exacting demands. It would be disappointing if all of them were sixth-grade herbs.

My wolf and his cryptic shit continues, as he enjoys reliving some of my fondest memories of the days I would spend with my father in his library. The Seven were the servants of the gods. Their sole purpose in life was to maintain the balance on earth and keep the scales tipped in the favour of good. The book my father found was the Seven’s own record of their successes and failures as they fought to fulfil that purpose, and their eventual downfall after going against their creators when they learned of their corruption. If Abernathy has found their tomb, and it’s on our land… I can’t even… why wouldn’t my father have told me?

"Chinese it is." "Deal." "Seven?"

Katleho said. “What I know is that. The Sevens brother’s are a big organization operating globally.They deal in drugs and if you don’t do your job they kill you without mercy.They chop your head off and feed it to their pig’s” Vincent said. “Where do you get your merchandise?”I asked.

It was clear now—I was nothing more than an outsider in this house. In my previous life, I was like a wounded bird, desperately trying to survive in this cold city for seven years, only to end it all by jumping off a building. How ridiculous. I wasn't about to make the same mistakes in this life. I would learn to stand on my own, without seeking affection or pouring my heart out. I chuckled and pointed to the most unassuming thing in the corner—a necklace made from plain seashells. "I'll take that one," I said.

While there was no one at home, I quickly packed up, but I could not find my passport. I could not find it even after searching through every nook and cranny. But I did find a battered notebook. On the cover were two words. [Leave him.] With trembling fingers, I flipped the notebook open. The edges were yellowing. By the looks of it, these words had been written far earlier than the words at the bottom of the makeup box. There were only a few words on the first page, but the contents were terrifying.

With each crying spell, I lost some of the anticipation I had for our wedding—and my love for Zachary as well. Now, after the seventh time, I no longer felt any love for him. My heart was empty, but I didn't feel sad about it. Something new would always come along to fill it up. After roughly wiping my tears away, I pulled out my phone and called Dr. Ezekiel Lane, my former superior. "Dr. Lane, it's about that medical relief program you mentioned. I'm calling to tell you that I'm willing to join the team."

" I winced, drawing in a jagged breath while my nails dug deep into my palms. I felt sick to the stomach as I took in their sycophantic expressions, which felt even more revolting than the salty, stagnant smell of the docks. Calvino gave me a slow once-over, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I guess she makes the cut. Just barely, though." He suddenly raised his voice, his tone turning sharply menacing. "I'll give it to you straight—Don Ariani is a germaphobe and a stickler for the rules. If she performs well tonight, your gambling debts will be cleared, but if she angers Don Ariani…" He then pointed toward the dark, bottomless water outside and continued, "I'll have you weighed down and tosse