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~Sylvester~ Everything suddenly made sense, and I could feel Tamia's pain. Realising someone ruined her home because of his personal gains was very painful. I held her in bed until she finally fell asleep. Then I slept. I woke up in the morning and found Tamia pacing in the bedroom. I looked at
I pulled out and lay beside her in bed, trying to catch my breath. It was worth my morning. I looked at her, and she was trying to catch her breath too. "Thank you," I said, and she smiled at me. "You will thank me later," she teased and giggled. We rested a bit before heading to shower. Entering
I moved about the woods growling with rage. I needed an outlet. There were many clues, but none led us to the top. All we had were still pawns. I knew we would have to start arresting people soon, but I just hoped the noise would quiet until after my wedding. We needed to have some peace and celeb
~Sylvester~ Tamia and I showered together and dressed up for breakfast. Marcel linked me three times, saying they were all waiting for us. Apparently, Tamia had ordered that we have breakfast together without telling me. I was sure she had her reasons, and after our new resolve, I knew she meant we
"If they had done this to my father, I would have said he deserved it, that he was too wicked, but what is my crime? What is our crime?" I asked, looking at them. "They have food on their tables, jobs, freedom and peace. They can mix if they choose. Our world has never been this happy, but some peo
~Leo~ Tamia's call brought back painful memories, and I soon found myself walking on the street where the hotel was. I couldn't go back to my room. I couldn't see Amanda. I was blind and weak. I was stupid and gullible. I helped Ramsey mess up my home. All I had to do that night was reject her. I
"We can't lose more than we already have. We cannot continue to let Ramsey run circles around us. I hope you know what we need to do?" I told my wolf, and he growled. "We need to be the opposite of who we are; we need to be ruthless and unforgiving when dealing with the bastard. It means dealing wi
~Leo~ Amanda stared at me, and I could see a haunted look in her eyes. Something that spoke of hidden pain. It had always been there, but I was too occupied to question her about it, and I felt my hurt surpassed whatever inner turmoil she battling with, but here it was again. The haunted look had