Cynthia Dion: I observed her approaching, and she gazed at me as though I'd taken something of hers. She had an intense look on her face, and she huffed before slamming her bottle onto the ground and standing upright to speak with me."What on earth are you doing in my mate's house?" she yelled, causing me to nod to confirm that I'd heard her correctly."I apologize, but did you just mention your mate?" I asked with a sly smile, "Because the last time I checked, he had a mate bond with me." I didn't want to pick a fight with her over Enzo, but her sassy attitude provoked me into arguing with her."Huh! So now you want to stake your claim on him? Has stealing Maleeka's mate not satisfied your appetite?" Her haughty tone signaled her intense dislike for me. She stood there, talking down to me as if I were a repugnant creature, when in reality, she had been involved with everyone's mates."And you're the one interrogating me? Weren't you involved with both of my mates? So, who's the rea

Cynthia Dion: "Yeah! He gave it to me when I was feeling cold," I replied, observing him nod and turn his head to the other side. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I figured it might be because he was still unwell.I occupied the passenger seat of the car, glancing at Atticus, who gazed beside me. He appeared pale and weary, and I couldn't help but worry about him. They mentioned he had been poisoned, but I'm certain I had nothing to do with it.Could it be... there was only one name that crossed my mind, someone who could be wicked enough to do something like this. However, I've never seen him working in the kitchen."Are you feeling any better?" I inquired, my voice filled with concern, as he hadn't spoken for quite a while."Not really. I just want to get home and lie down," Atticus replied, weakly shaking his head."Right! Rest will make you feel better," I commented awkwardly, wondering when he would start talking again."Is everything alright?" After another few minutes of sil

Cynthia Dion: I walked back to my room and slammed the door shut. I couldn't see any reason to stay with them any longer. Rosalie was clearly being difficult. I paced around the room, feeling my anger rise. Then, my eyes landed on Mr. Holt's closet, and I knew exactly what I had to do."There's no way he could be sneaky enough to hide anything that could incriminate him," I muttered to myself, convincing myself that I needed to search through his things. After all, this room had been his long before I arrived. It was rumored that he often stayed in this room while Maleeka spent days sleeping alone in her own.I determinedly walked up to the wardrobe and started searching through his things. I moved aside his ties and suits, hoping to uncover some evidence that would expose his true, awful nature. He'd been constantly mocking me, and I couldn't bear it any longer.As I dug deeper, I stumbled upon a hidden package tucked away in the corner of the closet. With trembling hands, I opened

Cynthia Dion: "Rosalie!" I heard the guys say it together, but it was my argument. I'm gonna do things my way.I flung the door open, startling them, and stormed into the room. She looked furious, and my arrival only made it worse for her."Is that why you're all here tonight?" I began shouting, fed up with it all. "What's going on?" Atticus frowned at me."I don't want you to bring me more problems, alright?" I blurted out, disregarding his buddies behind him.Rosalie and Enzo kept their eyes fixed on my face."And care to tell me, what've I done this time?" Atticus placed his hands on his hips and gave me a once-over."Just stay out of my business," I grumbled."Why don't you give her a good talking to, to remind her how she used to meddle in everyone's affairs and mess things up?" Rosalie interjected, making my blood boil."You don't need to school him. I'm sure he's old enough to make his own choices," I tilted my head and shouted at Rosalie, surprising her because she probably d

Cynthia Dion: After Enzo told me about Natalie, he didn't stick around and went outside to bid farewell to Atticus. I found myself puzzled by a few things. It was really strange that these two were implying they were the ones who assisted me in this situation. But as far as I can remember, Mr. Holt told me he was the one trying to hold off the council. I headed to my room and sat on the bed, feeling utterly confused. "Does that mean the council isn't coming for me?" I asked myself, shocked. "No! They were never coming for you," Atticus reassured me, standing outside my room, his eyes reflecting concern. "But Mr. Holt told me he was looking after them," I admitted without holding back any information. Just mentioning his name made Atticus take a deep breath and discreetly roll his eyes. I knew he didn't appreciate me talking about that man. "Well, are we really surprised that he lied?" he shrugged. "You handled this situation for me, even when you thought I was--" I didn't finish