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Seraphina hurried out. One look at the blood and shat- tered glass drained the color from her face. Adrian and I hauled Laiko to his car\u2014a sleek black luxury sedan. He was heavy, every step a fight. “Can you hold on?” I asked, throat tight. “Yeah,” he breathed, but I could feel him straining. I fired up the engine, hands still shaking. Adrian slid into the back, pinching his nose with tissues, eyes on Laiko.<\/p>\n

Laiko slumped in the passenger seat, paler by the second. “Laiko, talk to me, don’t close your eyes!” I kept talking to him while driving, afraid he’d pass out. “We’re almost at the hospital!” My emotions were a mess. His ashy face, the widening bloodstain on his shirt\u2014my chest felt clamped in a vise. Why did he take that hit for me? Why, even then, was his first in- stinct to protect me? “Talia,” he whispered my name, something unreadable in his voice. “Don’t talk. Save your strength.”<\/p>\n

I tried to sound calm; inside I was shaking. “We’re close. We’re close.” Ten minutes later we pulled into St. Mary’s Hospital. I practically sprinted into the ER. “Doctor! We’ve got a trauma here!” I shouted. Nurses rushed out with a gurney. They moved fast, lifting Laiko and wheeling him back. “Miss, what’s your relation to the patient?” one asked. I froze. What was I to him? A one-night stand? The mother of his children? His enemy? “I…I’m his friend,” I said at last. “Please head to admitting to register him.”<\/p>\n

“Adrian\u2014your nose…” I started to go, then remembered Adrian. “I’m okay. Just minor,” he said gently. “Register Laiko. I’ll get this taken care of.” The next stretch blurred into forms and signatures. The moment I said the name Laiko Thorn, the whole staff straightened, polite and careful. They knew exactly who he was. I didn’t care. All I could see was him under that shattered case.<\/p>\n

The blood. The pain on his face. The way he still asked if I was hurt. About half an hour later, Adrian came back. A small bandage bridged his nose.<\/p>\n

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“Hey, you! Get over here and pour us some wine!” A bejeweled lady crooked a finger at me, her voice the kind of en- titlement that never questions itself. In my plain dress, she’d pegged me as staff. I stood in the corner of the glittering hall, at a loss for a beat.<\/p>\n

Tonight was my younger sister Liriel’s eighteenth birthday. Lights blazed. Guests swarmed. And I\u2014Talia Ward, the so-called eldest daughter of the Ward Family\u2014was being mistaken for a waitress be- cause I’d dared show up in something simple. “I…” I tried to explain who I am, but the words dried up. “What, you don’t speak?” That lady was getting impatient by every second.<\/p>\n

“Go get the wine.” Heads turned. Smirks, sneers, bored curiosity. Heat climbed my face. I pulled in a breath and forced my spine straight. I’d been here too many times. In this house, I was always the ex- tra chair no one needed. Father is an elder of the pack, and his mar- riage to my mother had been pure politics. When her family fell, he started favoring his fated mate, Clarissa O’Connor. Clarissa glides through rooms like silk and sunlight, but I know the venom she keeps sheathed.<\/p>\n

I unclenched my fists. I wasn’t staff, but I couldn’t snap at a guest either. So I slipped away, letting the insult slide off me. “Look, that’s the Ward family’s eldest. They say she doesn’t even have a wolf yet.” “That silver hair screams sick wolf. Bad luck.” “No wonder Elder Ward dotes on the younger one. Liriel’s a star.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah, Liriel and Laiko are made for each other. They’ve got to be fated mates.” “Of course! Look at them\u2014perfect match. The best of the best.” Their whispers jabbed under my skin. Nineteen with no wolf, a freak to them, and my silver hair branded me sick. But when they called Liriel and Laiko a perfect pair, that cut twice as deep. I stole a glance across the hall. Laiko Thorn stood there in a razor- cut black suit, a king carved from midnight.<\/p>\n

That face could freeze a room. His presence burned through the crowd. My feelings for him were a snarl of ache and heat. Seven years ago, when pack kids cornered me, he stepped in. Since then, the feel- ing had rooted in me like a vine, wrapping tight around my ribs. Every time I saw him, my heart sprinted. I’d pictured his smile in too many dark nights.<\/p>\n

But I knew the gap between us. He was a high- born Alpha heir. I was the girl who didn’t even have a wolf. So I buried the fire deep and guarded it like a secret hoard. I picked up the tray of desserts I’d made and walked toward him. Every step kicked my pulse faster, raised my temperature another notch. “Mr. Thorn.” I stopped at a proper distance.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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