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It didn't look threatening, yet it was exquisite, fitting into the downtown scene and radiating even more elegance than the town hall directly opposite.

Grace Blair, who was parking on the right side of the street and slammed the car door shut before she spotted me and started staring, caught my full attention.

She was doing an internship in administration, probably to follow in her mother's footsteps at some point.

She had been on the local internship list, which, mind you, had been hanging next to the growing list for the upcoming student council elections.

Ever since Grace knew that Nash and I had been nominated, her gaze had become even more creepy. She looked like she was plotting our deaths.

Although I had a soft spot for Julie, the girl across the street still made me want to extend my claws. I didn't trust her. She wasn't loyal to her own family, leaving Julie to face her problems alone. Another reason why I generally couldn't stand Quatura. Sneaky bitches.

I was forced to look away from her to circle around the statue of merchant Cornelius Copeland – which was under attack by ravens – and find a spot in the law firm's parking lot.

I felt like I was betraying my family, but if I didn't take this internship, my chances of being accepted into the extended scholarship program at Vanderwood were slim.

Besides, it didn't hurt to enter the den of one’s enemies once to know how they played their games.

Father just couldn't find out about this. And the mere thought tore me apart inside, making me pray that Mikhail wouldn't question my excuse that I was visiting Nash in the hospital every Thursday afternoon.

He was busy anyway. Family business, his men and their problems, as well as preparing for the games and a few flights to Russia.

Even though according to the Code it was a duty and a sign of showing respect to spend a certain amount of time with the pack from which one took a female Senseque as a partner, the Rolanows had business that took them to Russia from time to time.

I had wanted to tell Mikhail that I had this internship at the law firm, but he wouldn't understand. He hated the Ruisangors, just like his father, even more than my family did.

The Rolanows had lost many men in the war against the Ruisangors in Russia. I couldn't blame them. I wouldn't show any mercy either if someone hurt the members of my pack.

When I spotted a free parking space between two shiny black luxury cars, I took a deep breath.

Calm down, Emely. Mrs. Hudgington will be there. Everything will be fine.

Missile

Dorothy

Something dark raced past me, and before I could steer the car into the parking space, another car had squeezed in.

“That asshole!” I cursed quietly and honked the horn.

Too late I realized whose dark matte gray Lamborghini had just stolen my parking space.

“No...” I whispered under my breath and stared, almost letting go of the brake.

The driver’s door opened and Miles fucking DeLoughrey got out with a swift movement, dressed in a black three-piece suit, for once without his black felt coat and with his hair neatly combed. His short man bun showed off his undercut.

He turned to me, took off his black sunglasses, the right corner of his mouth turned up, and with both fingers of his right hand in the air... he greeted me.

Just before my jaw could drop, a loud horn sounded.

I looked in the rearview mirror in alarm.

Someone wanted to pass.

My gaze wandered back to Miles and I narrowed my eyebrows.

“No!” I exclaimed angrily and showed him my middle finger.

Miles' smirk turned into a grin.