Seth The second my mother asked that question, I saw Naomi stiffen beside me, and her breathing became laboured as Violet's eyes met hers. I didn't like having to make decisions like this, but my choice was clear. If Violet was to say the truth, it was going to destroy Naomi's confidence, and she's been doing well so far. I didn't want that. I didn't want her to get embarrassed. I stepped in between Violet and my mum before she could reply and said, "Oh no, it's my fault really. It was an on field injury. " Mother rose a brow as I explained, not buying into my story, "Hm? So how did it happen? And why don't you allow Violet to speak for herself?" I placed a hand on Violet's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. "Don't mind me, mother. I feel guilty, that's all. Violet, tell mum how those thorns dug into your arm when you followed me to investigate close to the border." Violet looked shocked and thankfully, one of the Lunas came to pull my mother away, leaving me with just Viole

NaomiWe danced until our feet hurt and after Tia and Asher opened their gifts, it was time for the food. Asher couldn't contain his relief as we sat down to eat."Finally. I've been starving." He rubbed his hands together as the waiters brought plates of steaming food, first starting with appetisers.My dish was the last, and I hoped they were going to enjoy the dish I specially prepared from my mother's recipe.The aroma of the dish filled the air as the waiters placed it on the table. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tia and Asher looked at the dish with curiosity."What's this?" Tia asked, eying the dish."It's a traditional recipe from my mother. I hope you like it," I replied, a hint of anticipation in my voice.Tia studied the dish, while Asher took a bite. "It looks delicious. What are the ingredients you used in making this?""Doest look like much to me," Sheila muttered under her breath, while I ignored her, beaming with pride."Well, it's an an

Naomi M6 head throbbed hard as my eyes fluttered open and a groan left my lips. My hands moved to touched the area of my skull that hurt, but they were held above my head. Alarm bells rung in my head and the sleep in my eyes cleared immediately as I took in my environment. It was pitch dark, but also damp. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, but only a silhouette stayed in the corner. Where am i? What happened to me? I racked my brain for memories of what happened yesterday, but my head only hurt instead. My attempt to tug my hand free from the bounds was for nothing as the ropes dug into my skin. I sighed, and like a brick to the brain, all my memory rushed back and a loud gasp left my lips. Violet. She must be responsible for this. The last thing I could remember was the darkness in her eyes, then I woke up here. My camera! If it was still attached to my dress before she knocked me out, that meant I got her on video! My phone was in the cabinet in my room. Sigh, the

Aubrey Xander and Connor dragged Seth away, who was almost losing his mind. He had every right to, his mate who was pregnant with his child, just leaving without a trace, that not even magic could find her? Of course he would go crazy. Despite the way things were with Connor and I, if he was to disappear too without a trace, as much as I hate to admit it, I would also lose my mind. But I couldn't say he would feel the same. In fact I don't care about the asshole. What matters now is Naomi. My best friend, my sister and my godchild were missing, and both Hazel and I didn't know the first thing to do. Hazel was hunched over the spell, doing it Over and over again, trying and failing to get something. She has been battling with an immense amount of guilt for the way she treated Naomi, even though Naomi already moved on, and probably forgotten about it. That was the beautiful thing about Naomi. She was an angel. A blessing. I loved her with all my heart, and Hazel too, because she

AubreyConnor got on his laptop, and I ignored the way his hands flew effortlessly on the keyboard keys and the way his brows furrowed in concentration.His pouted lips twitched and I had to fight the urge to massage his shoulders and feel the muscles tensing underneath. Why did he have to have such good genes and body? Why couldn't he be like Patrick the star instead?Why did I try over and over again to hate him, and just keep failing?His eyes flickered to me and he caught me staring. One, I could blush and look away, or two, I could own my stare, maybe turn it to a glare. I was a bitch, afterall.He gave a wink, pushing me straight into number one and I groaned inwardly. I'm supposed to be mad at him, not blushing because he set the butterflies in my belly free.He pressed the last keys and waited for the laptop to provide answers, his eyes trained on me as he waited. I looked everywhere bit him, and I heard him give a little chuckle as he turned his gaze to the laptop.His brows