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Chapters (136)
  1. Cover
  2. About This Book
  3. Requiem of the Soul
  4. About This Book
  5. Prologue
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
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  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
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  32. 27
  33. 28
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  40. Reparation of Sin
  41. About This Book
  42. 1
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  44. 3
  45. 4
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  83. Resurrection of the Heart
  84. About This Book
  85. 1
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  87. 3
  88. 4
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  90. 6
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  128. 44
  129. 45
  130. Epilogue
  131. Want More of The Society?
  132. Also by Natasha Knight
  133. Also by A. Zavarelli
  134. About A. Zavarelli
  135. About Natasha Knight
  136. Thank you!

I am about to say no, but Mercedes beams and comes to take my hand. Her nails dig into my palm. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll catch up.” She turns and walks us to a private sitting area before I can get a word in. We sit on the plush velvet couches. “You’re showing.”

“Not really.”

“Should I congratulate you?”

“What do you want, Mercedes?”

“You have no idea, do you?”

“I need to use the bathroom.” I try to get up, but she puts her hand on my thigh and digs her nails into it, smiling when someone walks by to greet her.

“Don’t look so smug. You haven’t won the war,” she says.

“What are you talking about? Any war is in your head.”

“Innocent Ivy. Sweet, precious Ivy. This battle goes to you, I’m graceful enough to give you that, but I’ll win in the end. You’ll see.”

“Seriously, Mercedes, you’re fucking delusional.” I shove her arm off and stand. I get about two steps away before she speaks.

“In nine months' time, I’ll be back in my rightful place.”

I turn to her, her choice of words stopping me. “What did you say?”

“Or eight months, I guess?” She sips from her drink.

“What are you talking about?”

She stands and walks toward me. “What did you think? That you could steal my family from me?”

“I’m not stealing anything. Your brother made a choice. He chose me.”

She pauses, cocks her head to the side. Then laughs. “Oh my god! I don’t believe it.”

I should walk away. I know I should, but I can’t.

“You’re in love with him. You are seriously in love with him.”

“I—”

“Well, poor, stupid Ivy,” she says, leaning closer, twirling a strand of my hair around her forefinger. “He doesn’t love you. He could never love you. Not after what your father did to him. To us.”

My throat is so dry I can’t speak. Her smile fades, and I see the circles under her eyes that I hadn’t before.

“So, enjoy your little victory. For now. But remember what you are to him. What he needs you for. Once you give him his heir, it’s bye-bye Ivy.”

12

Santiago

Ivy is quiet for the duration of the ride home, arms crossed as she stares out the window. She's barely spoken a word all night since her run-in with Mercedes. A conversation I watched from a distance, as Judge looked on too.