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VALERIE. It’s the following day, and the tension is high, partially over what we are about to attempt with the healing and also something has gone down between Zade and Atticus. That was clear from the hostility at breakfast, with Zade simply taking his coffee and walking out when Atticus entered.
‘We won’t succeed, will we?’ I ask Zade, my eyes fixed on Zion. ‘We won’t know until we try. There’s always hope,’ he replies. Our eyes meet, and I nod. He’s right, I can’t give up before even trying. I look around the room, knowing that everyone must be feeling similar to how I am right now. The
VALERIE.It’s been nearly two weeks since we’ve returned. Since then, things have been extremely hectic. The tension has been rising, with Zade working on trying to break the code on the system that controlled the microchips.Another thing that brought great concern… considering the Arkan had access
Cassian chuckles and raises his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I do apologise. I know things are hard Valerie… but know that I’m not against you or your people.” He reaches out placing a hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze, my eyes flash and I grip his wrist, insta
VALERIE.There are some men who look sexy in a suit, a few who look handsome, even a rare few who look like gods, and then there’s Zade.I imagined him in a suit, and knew he would look so damn sexy, but what I didn’t know was that I’d want to drop to my knees and let him do whatever he wanted to me
Joan blushes when Zade’s eyes flick to her and her eyes widen. “Oh my, hello…”She offers him a hand, but he simply gives her a nod, looking away. I do the same, noticing we are getting a lot of attention and the majority of that is from women gawking at Zade.I honestly cannot blame them, thinking
ZADE.Valerie’s demeanour changes and she leans into me a little more, her heart thundering.‘His expression is off,’ she murmurs through the link, kissing me sensually. I wrap my hands around her, protectively kissing her back.‘I’m not surprised. There’s more to him than meets the eye and we might
Silence falls around us, but I ignore them looking ahead.It’s an oil painting, but any hand-painted picture requires one’s presence and being around something leaves a scent. I’m sure I can sniff out who it belongs to if they’re here, anyway.“We will start at fifty dollars.”No one speaks and I ra