Mrs. Groscow observed her seventeen year old daughter as she walked down the stairs a visible scowl on her lips. Her tongue flicked through her teeth and the wine glass was swooshing dangerously on her fingers.

Jeans booty shorts and of course a purple tank top. Mia stopped at the end of the stair and crosses her arms.

"So you've resorted to flaunting? I see you gave up on your face." The first thing she uttered to her, kicking up her left leg across the right one.

Mia rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to her right foot.

"You're too fat for those shorts."Her mom points out blankly taking another sip of her drink. " You got a lot of mirrors to check that out for yourself, don't you?"

"I know. And that is why apps were created." She whispered but her mom caught  it, a small smile tugging at the end of her lips. The older woman's brow creaked app and she mused at her words.

"Why didn't you go to school today?" She chose to change the subject leaning back on the couch.

"My face." Mia obviously stated. She had vowed not to ever apply make up... Although she wanted to; apply concealer on her zits, mascara, a little lipstick perhaps.

'Oh my goodness Mia!You look like an undercooked turkey!' Her mother's words.

"I don't give a hoot miss! You have to go to school whether you look ugly, or uglier."

Luke Groscow got in at this moment. A male servant took his coat, briefcase and car keys. According to Annah, no female hand shall lay her hand on her man.

She was right to be protective, after all Luke was a male model, a really good looking male model younger than Annah by three years.

"Hey honey." He greeted his wife and made for the little drink area. "Hello Mia."He voiced to her daughter lifting the drink to her in some sort of a toss. She gave him a small smile.

He then walked back across the room and slumped down the comfy white couch. Pure fur.

"Your daughter missed school, again!" Annah started going back to the random act of flicking her tongue inside her mouth.

"Why?"

"Puberty. Look at her ugly face."

"Annah!" Luke raised his voice a little. He nervously watched Mia at the corner of his eye.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped them for about a minute.

"What's wrong with that? She's bright." Luke said in a monotone. A little low this time.

"That doesn't mean she can miss school, Luke."

"I need a shower." Luke announced downing his drink.

He walked to Mia and cupped her cheek. "You'll be fine. At least now everyone will want to look at your pretty face."

Mia smiled. Her dad always gave her hope. Always made sure she was smiling.

Yet her mom was the complete opposite. She is the one who got her a full make up set... Indirectly telling her you're ugly, yet she's still the one who hated the same make up on her.

"Just give me a minute and we'll go get that mirror, okay?"

Mia nodded. Yester night she was so mad she punched her bathroom mirror six times, getting hurt in the process.

Because she let her mother's words get to her.

•|•

They drove out of their expansive house onto a private road for five minutes before joining the main road.

Mia looked outside the window as they passed the mall. She didn't want to get her mirror from the mall because most of her schoolmates hang out there... and she wouldn't be seen dead with her pimply face.

They were going to an old shop downtown belonging to an old black man. She found the place after getting lostin the area. Of course she had to glance around before asking for directions.

"Here we are." Her dad announced stopping the car.

"I'll go alone." Mia quickly stopped her dad from unbuckling his seat belt.

She didn't want him to see her posing in front of mirrors, possibly giving herself a complimenting speech and other self embarrassing acts. "Just wait here. I will try not to take long."

"Well, okay..."

The door chimed on opening and the shop was visibly empty. No shopper appeared to be present apart from her.

"Hello?"She called looking around. The reception area was also empty. She decided to walk around the isles, admiring the fancy, plain and artistic mirrors.

"Hello?"She called out again. Last time he was here. The man was odd and always zoned out in his speech and it spooled her a little but he was no threat.

"Careful young girl, your voice might break the mirrors!" Mia whipped around immediately a little startled. The old man closed the door, made of a mirror that it actually looked like he was coming out of it.

He had the same old tired but warm smile on his face.

"Good evening Mr.William you do remember me?"

"Well of course!" He laughed and walked to her to shake her hand. "You're the crazy one, right?" His hands were rough and crusty and he possessed a firm grip. He released her hand finally and walked behind the counter.

Entirely reflective.

"What can I interest you with miss Groscow?" She was a little amazed that he remembered her awkward second name. Nevertheless, she spoke up.

"I need a bathroom mirror."

"Just that? Oh we have a lot... Framed perhaps? Slitted?"

"I need your most clearest mirror."

"Clearest?"

"Yes clearest, doesn't matter really, it'll still work."

"Well,all my mirrors are clear as you see, but you do want the clearest?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." The sir walked from the counter and walked to the door he had come out earlier.

"Come on, you have to pick for yourself... I have two of them, nobody really seemed interested in having the clearest mirror so they stay up back.

Mia nodded. She half trusted the man enough to set her teaser at 60V, not too much to kill him or paralyse him.

The back of the store was like a workshop. Wood and mirrors, noise from the glass cuter worked by a man and a set of boys preparing a frame.

"Here we are." Mr.William announced walking past the two boys.

He opened a closet and called one of the boys to help him take them out. Mr.William stood them on the width side leaning on the wall.

They were clear, more than Mia ever imagined. The surface seemed like a calm river, promising a ripple if the surface was gently poked.

But one had a slight crack on the left corner, and given the angle of a perfectionist by her mother, she picked the other one.

It was framed with dark brown wood and carved into a beautiful pattern. It looked ancient,and she fell in love with it. She took one last look of herself and smiled.

She turned and waited for Mr.William to finish showing the boys how to smoothen the edges.

"Which one will it be?" Mr.William asked still helping his boys out.

"The framed one."

"You got it, give me a minute."

Mia wanted to turn and look at it once more. Her reflection on it was beyond perfect, it was beautiful. It gave her a sense mysterious sense of security. She opted to look around the place, placing her hand over her lips.

If only she would turn then maybe she would change her mind, because her image was still smiling.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

The flames dissipated, and Zidane no longer found himself standing on the concrete surface of the plaza. The energy of this place alone was more than he needed to have in order to identify exactly where he was.

'It's been... A very long time since I've been in this room.' 

It hadn't changed much in the ten years, either. The walls were still the same red coloring, decorated with black-framed mirrors and web-like designs running along the edge where the wall met the ceiling. A ceiling that was also made up of a mirror. Zidane only had to see the beginning of it to know she had added in this reflection. He looked away from the mirrors on the walls and ceiling, attention going to the large portal in front of him.

The portal hadn't been opened yet, resulting in what looked like a crack in reality. A long, jagged line separating the wall behind it, distorting everything above and below.

Ezyta turned around, as if finally sensing his presence. She stared at him, light eyes taking in the uniform he was wearing-studying him from her towering height. Her chin lifted, eyes narrowing and bringing her disturbingly long eyelashes close together.

"You're mucking up my floor."

Zidane fought every urge to wipe his boots hard against the carpet. He stayed standing, cooling down his frustration as much as he could... But it was hard, being in this room with her again...

"I figure you could've just pulled him out yourself," he said, referencing the portal in front of them.

Ezyta blinked slowly, those eyelashes touching for a moment and sending a flash of sickness into Zidane's gut. "Pulling him out," she began, "if you do mean energetically forcing the host to us, would rip its body apart. It doesn't look pretty. Rather messes up the product, as well."

"So..." He rose onto the balls of his feet, at a loss for words. "You're sending me to go get him?"

"You're the only one who can, Zidane. Its puny mind will recognize you as familiar, given what similarities you share..."

"Right." He'd forgotten about that detail.

He rotated his wrist, stretching out the muscles that were weighing down with fatigue. As his hand completed the circle, the yellow book fell into his grasp, landing between two fingers. His other hand found his pocket as he held the book up to her, turning the text until the cover was displayed.

"So this is for getting back, right?"

"Yes. If our product stays alive that long, of course."

A dark energy swept down his back; near his shoulder blades like shadows descending downwards. She kept talking like he wasn't even a living thing...

'Can I really expect anything different from her?' 

He didn't answer his own question, knowing full well who Ezyta really was. His focus trained on the portal again, and he felt the energy begin to pull him as he walked towards it. Zidane stopped a little more than arms length away, the memory of Zooka holding his hand through the doorway coming back.

His eyes closed, focusing on the sight of her face. The worry, the laughter as he wiped the concern away.

"I need you to make me a clone." The words came from his mouth, spoken easier than he thought they would be.

"Hm." Ezyta was interested-anything to attribute a longer life of suffering for him. "How much more can you run away, Zidane?"

His eyes clenched a bit tighter, pain flicking into him. He let out a breath through his nose, determined to deny her question.

'I'm not...' He focused on breathing normally, focused on swallowing down the emotions trying to suffocate him again. 'I'm not running... I can't...' 

But he was. He knew he was still doing what he did best.

He felt Ezyta's fingertips pulling against the fabric of his jacket. And soon, he could feel the pressure like a hollow copy of his own body, slowly sliding out of himself. The feeling was odd; something he had never quite experienced before. He felt the details of his own face slip out of the back of his head, felt his fingers pull away from the back of his hand. And then the pressure fell away.

Ezyta made another sound of brief interest. "I'm almost surprised I got everything right."

She was expecting him to turn around, to look at the clone. But Zidane only stepped forward, feeling the portal try and draw him closer.

"Send it to Zooka," he told her. Part of him was almost scared, speaking to Ezyta like this. But... After what she had done... No; a few commanding words were more than justified.

"I'll need to conserve all the energy I can."

He expected Ezyta to shoot a comment back. He expected her to do something, but he only heard the sound of fire ripping around the clone. A slight moment of fear dropped into him.

She was closer to him now; the feeling of her aura almost making him visibly shrink away. The energy was dark, sending a color deeper than black into his mind. He focused on Zooka again, remembering her smile, the angelic white of her energy.

Zidane could feel the words before they came, the tension like a gun being pointed at him. He stayed still, barely even breathing as she walked up to him, long heels soundlessly moving her to his side. She spoke, the words dripping from her lips like black ink.

"And Zidane?"

He turned, blue eyes meeting pale golden ones.

Ezyta smiled.

"Betray me again, and I will destroy your existence."

A shred of feeling and the portal opened, suspending Zidane in blackness.

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A/N: And Ezyta is introduced! What do you think of her so far?

Aspiring musician Lance awakes one night to hear a voice. Someone warning him of danger to come. Someone telling him to start running, now. Lance has no choice but to shrug off the event as something of his own imagination, but upon falling unconscious, he is kidnapped and injected with deadly cells from a race kept hidden from humans, a race kept secret. Zidane is a crossbreed of Razalek and Spiro, a breathing hybrid that shouldn't exist. There's too much hatred between the races; there's too much bad blood in his veins. But he needs to save Lance's life. He has too much death on his hands already. However, Lance isn't so easy to trust him. So, with a question, he's teleported into Zidane's mind and introduced to a world of magic, racism, and everlasting love. Memory by memory plays, giving Lance answers to his question. Giving him every reason to trust. He has no choice, after all. ________PREVIEW_________ Lance only felt Zidane's pain, aches that added to his own. If only they'd tried harder... As the last few layers of his skin began to regrow, Lance knew the statement was empty. The words had lost every meaning, replaced with nothing but agonizing reality. They'd lost, plain and simple. It just wasn't an easy thing to face. _________________________ COMPLETE

Along City Center Avenue, a ready-to-wear store called "Magical Girl".
This shop was located in a busy area. The decoration was gorgeous and elegant, and all kinds of clothes that made a girl's heart sway were hung in the window. Dressing mirrors on the floor were actually magical, such that it showed a girl her most beautiful appearance.
"This is the best ready-to-wear store in Moses City. We create the most beautiful appearance for all girls. From the color of each hair down to the selection of ankle rings, we can provide you with the service that best meets your requirement. As long as you walk into No. 5 Champs Elysees Street, City Center Avenue, you will see the magical transformation of a girl."
While Sally was behind him holding a beautiful card and reading it, Tang Qi had already pushed open the shop door made of glass and fine wood.
Ring! Ring!
With the crisp and sweet ringtones, Tang Qi and Sally saw the layout of the store.
In addition to those dazzling clothes and various accessories, the most striking was undoubtedly the beautifully crafted mirrors and fitting rooms in very classic styles. After just a glance, Tang Qi couldn't help but make a sigh of admiration inside. 
After all, having experienced the explosive fashion trends on Earth from his previous life, Tang Qi's aesthetic sense was not necessarily very good but easily superior to the level of the Origin Blue Star.
But now, Tang Qi looked at this shop but couldn't give any criticism.
A shop that combined an exquisite classical taste with girly gorgeousness! Tang Qi commented silently in his mind.
At this time, he was not surprised that this shop was notoriously famous in the high society of Moses.
Of course, if this was not the case, Tang Qi would not have brought Sally here.
The gift he wanted to give this simple, sweet girl was a transformation service.
With his now sharp eyes, he naturally saw that Sally's own physical form was not bad at all, and the reason that she became the object of bullying by those mean girls, besides the name of "Unlucky Sally", was her provincial and cowering image.
Boys would be reluctant to approach her because of her looks, and mean girls would very much want to bully her. This made her an easy object of bullying.
Although Tang Qi was very confident in his own aesthetics, it was nevertheless inappropriate for him to personally involve himself in the job of creating a new image for a girl.
So it was natural that they came here.
Though Sally didn't belong to high society, nor could she possibly discuss fashion with other young girls, she had heard of the name "Magical Girl" in passing. 
Coupled with the introduction on the card, the young girl thought to herself: the service would be very good here, and the charges would also be terrible.
"Tang Qi, maybe… it's alright."
Sally grabbed the corner of Tang Qi's clothes and plucked up the courage to say.
But Tang Qi had already brought the girl here; there was naturally no way he would abandon his mission halfway.
Tang Qi smiled slightly at the girl and helped calm her down somewhat with his gentle look.
As a ready-to-wear store most loved by the noble ladies of the upper class, there were naturally many beautiful girls here. Each of them was beautiful and fashionable, full of flower-like beauty and youthfulness.
In contrast, Sally looked like an ugly duckling.
If it weren't for Tang Qi standing in front of her, the girl might have run away.
At this juncture, a person in service approached them.
Surprisingly, it was not a young and beautiful girl who received them, but a very kind-looking old lady.
The old lady looked very well-groomed. Although she was wearing a uniform, there was a sense of grace on her. Although she had a lot of wrinkles on her face, judging from her ruddy complexion and still-exquisite facial features, this old woman must have been a beauty when she was young.
The old woman came over and smiled at Tang Qi and Sally. "Two little guests, how can I help you?"
Tang Qi glanced at the nameplate on the chest of the old woman, and without caring too much about the title "Store Manager", he smiled back and pulled Sally who was behind him over, saying, "Mrs. Hudson, this young lady needs your help. She needs some external changes to make her more confident."
As Tang Qi spoke, Mrs. Hudson set her eyes on Sally.
Her judgment was naturally even sharper than Tang Qi's.
Almost immediately, Mrs. Hudson's eyes lit up. Rejoiced, she took Sally's palm, and a gentle voice that made one relax came into her ears.
"What a pretty little girl. Looking at you reminds this old woman of me when I was young. I was just as innocent and lovable, but Ms. Hudson back then didn't have such good luck as you, to be guarded by a little gentleman." 
"Come, lucky little girl. Relax a bit. You are my magical girl now."
…
On the skills of dealing with young girls, this Mrs. Hudson could obviously well surpass Tang Qi.
Sally, who was very nervous just one second ago, soon walked into one of the separated fitting rooms following the old lady.
Tang Qi also followed while smiling. This was another special feature of this shop.
The layout was surprisingly big. Every guest would have their own separate fitting rooms. Inside, it was like a small living room. There were an actual fitting room and a space for guests and friends to chat and eat desserts, with a complete set of seats, sofas, and the like.
With the experience from his past life on Earth, of course Tang Qi wouldn't stupidly wait for Sally's new appearance. Instead, he went straight to a small sofa, sat down, took out Monster Archives, and started reading.
For others, the book was filled with ridiculous and lengthy content. But for Tang Qi, it held a great appeal. The bulk of the Archive's contents were related to those 12 saints and the various monsters killed by them.
These were what Tang Qi was the most interested in.
Soon he was immersed in it.
After an unknown period of time, Tang Qi had just finished a page about the Confessor Martin Simons killing the double-headed demonic eagle on top of Mount Black Sand. Right at this moment, the exquisitely patterned door that had not opened ever since it closed suddenly creaked open.
When Tang Qi subconsciously looked up, an incredible figure came into his eyes at this moment.
Sally was moving carefully on a pair of high heels.
Her head hung down slightly, and it seemed that she didn't realize how much she had changed at all.
The messy blond hair, after Mrs. Hudson had used some unknown method on it, turned into soft wisps of hair that loosely hung down. With a wreath of flowers on her head, her almost perfect face was fully revealed.
The loose sweater and trousers were all gone. Replacing them was a fairy-like golden and white gauze dress. Under the soft, thin gauze, her skin, so white it was almost shiny, was vaguely visible.
Seemingly too shy, the trace of a blush gradually covered her cheeks and pair of crystal-like earlobes.
As picky as Tang Qi was, he could only express marvel at this moment.
He was sure that if Sally entered Holy Thorns High School at this moment, the whole high school would boil up, and the cheerleader Angela, who was also a blonde, might go mad from jealousy.
Hudson, who walked behind Sally, was also very satisfied, but her inherently critical professional attitude prevented her from ending her work immediately. Instead, she first helped Sally to the huge floor-mounted fitting mirror.
When Sally plucked up the courage to look up, preparing to appreciate her brand new self, Mrs. Hudson lifted her hand towards the exaggerated black-framed spectacles on Sally's face, seemingly going to help Sally remove the glasses to finish up the final touch of the transformation.
Those black-framed spectacles were indeed the last obstacle.
Once removed, Tang Qi could imagine that an almost elven girl would appear in front of him.
Yet, he didn't know why that when Tang Qi watched Mrs. Hudson's movement, his head suddenly started rumbling loudly, like it was about to explode. His hairs stood up, and his scalp tingled. A strong sense of foreboding that he had never felt before surged madly inside him at this moment. 
"Wait—"
"Ah~"
When Tang Qi's words to stop her had just started, the black-framed glasses were already taken off by Mrs. Hudson.
Ring!
Abrupt changes happened instantly.
Tang Qi stared back at Sally, or more accurately, Sally's reflection in the mirror.


When the spiritual barrier that has been intact for a hundred years is shattered by a meteor, spiritual energy that had disappeared starts to return. The mystical realm slowly begins its revival—magic, witchcraft, curses, supernatural lifeforms, strange and mysterious legends, monsters and gods from other worlds… The old world order collapses, yet the new order is mystifying and chaotic.
Just before the unprecedented reformation is here, Tang Qi awakens and finds himself hung on the cross, having turned into an inferior demon and in great pain and agony…
With his special ability to see through the nature of all things from the mystical realm and a sly and crafty mind, follow Tang Qi as he develops new skills and powers—as well as making new friends and allies—to battle and protect himself from never before seen supernatural threats in an unfamiliar world!


A twitch. A twist. I felt it in my gut — that subtle twinge at the sight of her. Of that woman. Of all of them.
"Cindy!" I called to the woman down the street. She was strolling along the sidewalk in a beige leather coat, the hint of a skirt just grazing the upper part of her calves. Her long, dark hair swayed languidly in smooth waves down the middle of her back. God, did I miss wrapping my arms around that waist.
She whipped her head around just as I caught up to her on the sidewalk. I planted a kiss on her mauve lips and slipped my arm around the small of her back, right where it belonged.
"Hello, Art," she easily matched my stride as I guided her around the corner. She didn't blush, was barely ruffled. It was like we had started the day like this, joined at the hip. 
"Where are you headed?" I asked, taking in the smooth flesh of her neck, descending into an ample curve at the top of her breasts, which were barely concealed by a thin, pale yellow singlet. 
"Have you forgotten?" Her brow wrinkled.
"I'm just teasing," I responded. "How could anyone forget a date with a girl like you?"
"Well…" She looked up at me through her lashes. "I'm not the only unforgettable one in this scenario."
I grinned. "So last night's encounter will be one for the books."
"Oh yeah," she rejoined. "I'll keep it in the bestsellers." She couldn't stifle the giggle that I knew was making its way up her throat since I wrapped my arm around her.
She absolutely adored me. And that's how I like my girls. Martin — well, Martin was… different, I guess. He  could never get a girl like Cindy no matter how hard he tried. I'd have to get them for him.
"What's that smirk for?" Cindy asked, nudging the corner of my mouth with a red-painted index finger. "You got me something, didn't you?" Her eyes lit up with excitement. I flinched, but she didn't notice. God, was Martin annoying.
"We'll see," I murmured as I guided her into the quaint little restaurant where we'd reserved an intimate table for two.
"Wonderful," Cindy sighed as she slowly sank into her chair and curled one dainty ankle behind the other. The chair was lush, upholstered with damask that looked just as soft and smooth to the touch as the flesh on Cindy's prominent, rounded cheekbones. Sometimes just looking at her bright, elegantly sculpted face reminded me of a plump, fresh peach, just ready to be sliced open, its juice pooling serenely underneath it.
I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and fingered the slim felt jewellery box that contained a very delicate, very expensive pearl necklace. This would reel her in, no doubt.
I freed my hand and leaned across the table to take both her hands in mine. Her nails were painted a lustrous pearl white — just perfect for what I was about to give her.
I chose this restaurant because of its exclusivity. I wanted Cindy to know that I had friends in high places, that I could get her practically anything she wanted. I knew that that was what would make her feel secure in this relationship. That glimmer in her eye when she spotted the hundreds in my wallet when I paid for dinner on our first date was my first clue. When I first took her to my home, she marvelled at every piece of expensive furniture, decoration, and architecture. We had rough, needy, violent sex that night — much wilder than I had ever experienced with her.
Now, she seemed absolutely giddy sitting in a high-backed chair fit for a queen.
"Excuse me a moment," I said. "Going to the restroom."
I had lied. I really wanted to take out the necklace and surprise her with it by placing it around her neck from behind when I came back. She'd love being surprised like that — she was predictable that way.
Though I knew Cindy well, I knew this place even better. The restrooms were near the back of the restaurant, their doors almost invisible as they sunk into the wall panelling. The mirrors were framed with intricate, gold-coloured vines and fruit.
I smiled when I caught my reflection in one of the mirrors. People always told me my best feature was my eyes; they were pleasant, alluring. I'd come to love them too, and used them to my advantage.

As he slowly realizes he is not alone in his mind and body, Martin discovers there is a malicious entity within him capable of selfish cruelty. In his attempt to unify his fragmented identity, his journey gives him a glimpse into his traumatic past, and eventually allows him to come to terms with the irreconcilable nature of the personalities battling for control within him.

"I see myself slowly changing. Into what or who, I don't know. I'm acting differently, saying things I never would. People I've never met approach me like a friend and, before I can think, I respond as if I know them too. When I look in the mirror, I see a different face. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but I'm becoming dead certain it isn't me staring back anymore."

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Maximus Palace, Kingdom of Sapphire
The sky was blue; it was exuding good energy in the kingdom. It was a luminous Sunday morning. The trees were dancing; the birds were chirping. Inside the Maximus Palace, the maids were cleaning and readying for the royal banquet. On the other hand, the lady of the Stepanov family had not woken up yet. The maids were waiting patiently outside her room. It was already 10:00. The young lady was supposed to wake up at 8:00. The butler hurriedly headed to the room of the lady. He first knocked on the door and then, entered the bedroom placidly. The bedroom had vast windows with long, majestic, magenta curtains attached to it, where the equestrian property was visible; it had high ceilings for it to be adequately ventilated. The room was decorated according to
the young lady's preferences. It was all in purple shades. The bedroom was quite huge for a commoner young lady; the lady belonged to one of the wealthiest royal families in the world-Stepanov family. The Stepanov family had been ruling the Kingdom of Sapphire for centuries. Their surname literally meant 'crown'. The young lady sleeping peacefully on the bed, was the daughter of the Marquess; the granddaughter of the King.  The young lady was Evelina Stepanov. Any man would like her at first sight and love her at second sight. She was the apple of the eye of the Stepanova family. In the bedroom, She wore an off-white nightgown, that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her long slender legs were tucked to her busty, luscious, and beautifully shaped breast; her long, jet-black hair, was spread all over the bedsheets. It was more likely a goddess halo of womanly beauty; her eyes were framed by long, ebony lashes, without the use of cosmetics and enhancements. Every time she closed her eyes, it would seem that her lashes caressed her cheeks. The duvet was lying on the floor. The old butler gazed in fascination at the beautiful young lady sleeping peacefully on the bed. He studied the young lady as soon as he finished opening the curtains, making her exposed from the sun's brightness. 'She still hasn't changed. I am wishing luck to her future husband.' This was the only wish of the old butler for the young lady. 
"Young miss, please wake up! Your parents will reprimand you again, " the old butler said loudly but still held a reverence in his voice. The old butler had been repeating it for the tenth time. The old butler had been serving their family for more than forty years. He was James Napoleon. His hair was gunmetal grey and neatly groomed. His face could appear in world-weariness at times but usually, he was vigorous and alert. Suddenly, he came up with an idea. "Miss, if you don't wake up, you'll become a barren for the rest of your life, " the old butler said in a serious tone. 
"You think I fall for that? Surely you jest, old James, " Evelina replied with a yawn. She was still feeling slumberous. She stretched and sat up, reaching for the duvet lying on the floor. However, James knew long ago that she would attempt to reach the duvet. He was fast enough to pick it up. 

Then he scolded, "Young miss, I've been telling you a  million times that you shouldn't wake up late! You're supposed to be dressed at 7:00, and look at the time! It's already 10:30," 
"You know what? I don't care at all! I'm so tired of the practice yesterday. I am joining the Olympics, old James!! She replied with a complaint. 'I couldn't get it right! The triple axel jump is the most difficult part for me.' She was a figure skating athlete. She had always dreamed of wearing a gold medal. She never once achieved the gold medal because she couldn't win against her opponents.  Her opponents in the competition were practicing the whole day; she only practiced for about 3 hours a day. She needed to attend numerous balls and gatherings in order to show respect and gratitude on behalf of the Stepanov family. Hence, she could only bag a bronze medal or silver medal. Figure Skating was one of her passion. She was actually having a hard time sleeping; she was preoccupied with what happened last week. 

A week ago...
As she was strolling in town, there was a small stall situated in a secluded area that was surrounded by people. She was curious so, she decided to join the bandwagon. She followed the crowd; they were lining up. The small stall could only accommodate one person. Finally, after the long wait, it was already her turn. She was taken aback as she went inside the stall. It had one huge golden chandelier that was waiting in the lobby. The walls were painted black; there were nine huge hollow mirrors attached to it. The mirrors were embellished with old gold color. The interior of the stall looked like a home of a sorcerer. In spite of the interior, the place had a cozy and comfortable ambiance. There was no one inside the stall. The facade seemed small; it was actually larger than what she had expected. Her legs were tired from the long wait in line.  Fortunately, she saw a black retro-style sleek couch and decided to sit down.
"Hello? Anybody there?" She asked as she was frustrated after all the long wait in the line. She then added, "Hello, I'm a customer. I'm actually new to this place! Could you please tell me what services do you offer?" 
The room was in deep silence. There were no indications of people. No one answered. 'What on earth is this place? I waited for an hour just for this?' She stood up from the sofa and walked towards the opened door. Unexpectedly, the door was shut, making a loud bang.  Evelina could feel the wind arising the atmosphere of the room. She had goosebumps all over her body. Her skin paled instantly, she didn't know what to do of the sudden climax. She was petrified. She tried turning the doorknob several times; she couldn't get out. She then approached the windows; the windows were locked and it needed a key for it to be opened. She was hopeless. Evelina sighed deeply, "Am I dreaming?" she mumbled. 'I am such an imbecile. How did I end up getting here?'

Born with beds of roses, she was blessed with everything. Evelina is indeed a fortunate person to belong to one of the prestigious families of the Kingdom of Sapphire. Unfortunately, a sudden accident happened! She was drawn to the mysterious stall. She saw an enchanted mirror, telling her real identity and purpose of living. She was told by the enchanted mirror that she is the savior, that will unite the world. What could happen in the future? 
Join Evelina as she goes on a beautiful adventure.

Where am I is the the first thought that crossed my mind when I woke up. All I could remember was this nothingness that surrounded me and then I was here. I got the feeling once in a while that something had happened I mean how could I just show up here I knew how to talk, walk and what things were but I had no memories of my time before waking up in this room. 

        The room I was in was all white and a glowing light seeming to come from the walls there was no bed and no windows, really it would even be hard to call it a room when there was nothing in it and no door. I have no real sense of time but I figured that I couldn't have been here for long since I didn't have any hunger pains or thirst. I didn't even know what I looked like there were no mirrors and the only things I knew about my appearance was that I had long blond hair and pale white skin, I was wearing something close to hospital gown which had a front and the back was open.

            I had nothing to do but sit and wait for something to happen. I drifted in and out of sleep for a while to pass the time. Just as I was beginning to lose hope for something to happen a door suddenly appeared. Before I could move the door suddenly open and then walked through the most beautiful person I had ever seen. They had long black hair that almost touched the floor. White alabaster skin and glowing red eyes that were framed by a full thick set of lashes. They were wearing something akin to a robe.

             I was so entranced by the person that I didn't even hear them trying to talk to me. "Hello traveler, are you listening" I quickly snapped back my attention to them trying not to come across any more rude than I already did. "W-what, mhmm yes I am listening" I stammered. "Great, I need to explain a few things to you before we can get this show in the road, okay so basically you have died and-"she said before I interrupted her " I'm what now". "Yes I know it can be quite a shock sometimes do your best to get past that, as I was 

saying you are now dead and because of the fact that you were a great person who helped lots of people before you died you get to choose between three options for your new life, option one, get reincarnated into the same world in which you died with no benefits or memories, option two get reincarnated into a new body in a world full of magic and get to choose one blessing and get knowledge of the world, option three , get reincarnated in the form of a baby in a magic using world and get no memories but two blessing, which shall you choose" she finally got done and I could only sit in contemplation I knew this rescission was going to have a big impact on my future endeavors and I needed to make the right choice.

A girl reincarnated into a new world on an adventure, not my cover all credits go to whoever made it

Prince Zosar cleared his throat, coughing lightly, and said, "your princess will stay in her room and prepare a guest room for me."

The maids were terrified, listening to his words. They kneeled to him and pleaded, "we are sorry, prince Zosar. You can only stay in the guest room if the princess is not present. We are strictly warned by her not to allow you to stay in the guest room and to treat you equal to her."

'I was so bold in my past, not bad. Even though I don't remember how we met, but it seems I was so fond of this shy prince,' Parhthena thought to herself.

"Okay, okay. Prince Zosar will stay with me in my room, you people go. Once the chefs prepare dinner, call us," saying Parthena dismissed them.

"Yes, princess! We have already prepared your clothes," said maid Panya and they respectfully retreated from there.

Even though Zosar knew she was always like this, he felt happy and content looking at the same behavior of hers.

When they reached, Parthena opened her mouth in 'o' shape, looking at her room. Unlike the princess rooms in movies, the room is plain white, and there were Lillies of all colors placed on the bedside table.

The cot is made of bronze and a soft mattress on top of it. The side walls are decorated with ancient Egyptian language, whereas the roof is covered with a half-moon.

The front and balls had paintings of the ancestral figures of the Nabil family.

The wardrobes are similar to nowadays but made with heavy metals. Unlike present-day mirrors, their mirrors are not exact but a bit clumsy.

Parthena's personal maid prepared a beautiful dress and placed it on the neatly tugged bed. 

Looking at the clothes placed on the bed, Zosar felt shy even though he lived with her in the same room. He still remembers how her dressing would be.

"I will go and take a bath, okay..?" saying Parthena went into the bathroom.

Zosar went towards the large open window at the bedside and stood there, feeling the low wind blowing on his face. His green eyes scrutinized the area outside the window as longs as they can while his blank mind wandered on its thoughts.

Seth went to his room and popped on the bed. He just looked at him from top to bottom and thought to himself.

'Hmm, I have never thought that I will come back to my previous life in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with Adidas shoes. If someone says to this me, I could have laughed out until my stomach hurts, but now I believe. I hope Diana also believes and fulfills her responsibilities.'

When he turned to his left, Seth noticed his bedroom is filled with the paintings of his ancestral. Sighing to himself, he looked up and saw his eyes were pitch black.

On the other side of the Nile river, the golden palace looked more lively, and the servants were standing at the entrance to welcome someone prominent.

Even the Pharaoh Shepseskaf is also present along with his two wives. The first wife, Bahiti, had two sons named Kafit and Nenkhsekhmet.

The second wife, Fukayna, is a commoner. While his visit to the town, Pharaoh Shepseskaf noticed this woman and made her one of his concubines. She has two daughters named Berenike and Chione.

The third wife is somewhat mysterious and never came into public. As her name says, Dalilah is a delicate yet intelligent woman. Pharaoh Shepseskaf was not fond of her.

Dalilah has only one son, prince Zosar Rameses, named after Rameses, the son of God. The high priests in the palace believed he was born on the same day with the same zodiac sign sharing with the son God.

Compared with all his children, Zosar is more intellectual and strategist and the son of Pharaoh's least favored wife, Dalilah. This made all of his other children jealous of Zosar, and they bullied him ever since he was a child.

Today they were all gathered to welcome the wife of the first prince Kafit, Aneksunamun.

When Zosar was waiting in Parthena's room, an eagle landed at the open window with a piece of linen cloth attached to it secretly.

The cloth had the information about Aneksunamun and how prince Khafit won the war against their neighbor town.

Looking at the picture drawn by his trusted spy, Zosar remembered how that woman framed him of something he never would do.

'This is the time I entered into the palace and, like a silly child, trusted my brothers and sisters,' Zosar shook his head, thinking to himself.

While he lost in his thoughts, Parthena shouted from the bathroom, "hey prince, give me the dress that is placed on the bed."

With a smile, he took the dress into his hands and moved to the bathroom. He knocked on the door slightly and said, "here is the dress" he hesitated a bit but continued, "do you remember how to dress in these clothes..?"

"Of course I remember to dress, give it to me. Don't tell me you are planning to enter," Parthena mischievously said while opening the door.

"No, no. why would I..?" He hurriedly replied and gave the dress to her.

She laughed and took the dress. Looking at the dress, she felt, 'aah! Why is it covered with so many layers? Forget it. I am in my past life now.'

Her feathery tail and bunny ears were disappeared, and she looked like a human now.

At the same time, Seth finished bathing and was struggling to wear his clothes for a long time.

At last, he wore the dress and looked at himself in the golden mirror. 'I thought it would be embarrassing like hell to wear ancient clothes, but it seems not that bad. Hmm, I quite like it,' he spoke loudly to himself.

Her maid knocked at the door and said, "Prince Zosar, the dinner is ready, will you come to the dining hall..?"

"Athena, dinner is ready. Will you come out..?" He politely asked Parthena.

"This dress I so frustratingly long. I am done and coming, " saying Parthena came out of the room.

Looking at her, Zosar didn't know what to say. Even though Zosar knew the woman in front of him came from the future, in their clothes, she looked so pretty and evil at the same time.

Her blue eyes were hiding mischief while her smirk depicted ignorance.

Zosar hugged her, saying, "my precious Athena, I never longed for anything apart from you" and tightened his hands around her waist.

She hugged him back, saying, "I am here in front of you. What's there to worry about? By the way, is Athena my other name..?"

Set in the ending of 20th century, where smart phone, automated running cars are introduced.

The technology development is so fast that people are so fascinated in learning about their ancient history. 

When most of the young generation are running behind computers, fashion Diana chose to be a archeologist. 

Diana Ruth, an archeology student, went to Egypt, precisely Alexandria, for an internship.

As an archeology student, she is more interested in the history of the country. She always wondered about the process of mummification.

To her surprise, her team found a historical mummy that looked like an ancient kingdom's prince.

Does he a Prince for real...?

After getting him out of the coffin, is Diana in danger..?


Author Note:

At the starting chapters, you will learn more about Egyptian culture as it's required for the story so please be patient.


When I walked back into our quarters, I found the girls awake and piled onto Sian's bed, chatting.
'Where've you been, Cat?' asked Loi.
'Yakov gave me a tour of the rest of this floor.'
I wandered over and climbed on the bed, then told them about the beautiful picture. It inspired us to make a trip to the libraryfinallyand we spent the rest of the day there. It made for a good distraction with us nervous at the idea of starting our new, official lives and it gave me something else to think about when I fell into bed that night.
We didn't say much when we woke and dealt with the usual morning stuff then walked to breakfast together. The Great Hall buzzed with activity as we neared it. Servants worked on opening the walls between the ballrooms and the throne room. The castle had two ballrooms divided by the main corridor, and the walls on the corridor were bi-folding so that the two rooms could be linked for large events. The throne room linked to the outer most ballroom, which overlooked the woodland area between the castle and inner gate. Stacks of the long, tall, silver framed mirrors that we'd seen in one of the ballrooms leaned against the walls.
'Those must be going to line all the walls,' Loi said while we watched the frenetic activity in awe. 'Looks like it'll be quite a night.'
The butterflies in my stomach seemed to be changing from nerves to excitement, and I smiled at the others.
'I think I'm looking forward to it.'
We made our way to our normal seats, delighted to see Citaan and Gredel there.
'Hello. We wondered when we'd see you.'
Citaan looked amazing, like usual, with her baby bump more pronounced. She smiled. 'We thought it would be easier to come over early on and get ready in the Griffon Guard quarters. That way we can avoid the rush and dealing with security.'
We settled down to breakfast when Kassie glanced up and gave a tiny squeal. I looked up to see the men had walked in and felt a huge grin break out on my face.

ALEK FELT THE TENSION THAT had bothered him dissolve at the sight of Cat's delighted smile. She raced over and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss. Loud clapping and cheering brought him back to his senses and he gave a sheepish smile to their audience when they parted.
'Happy Birthday,' she beamed up at him.
'Thanks,' he smiled. 'Are you excited about the ball?'
She wrinkled her nose, making him chuckle. 'I wasn't, but I am now.'
'Awww, did you miss me?'
She threw him a coy sidelong glance. 'Maybe.'

BREAKFAST FLEW BY AND AFTERWARD we headed to the solar. Alek and I were last, following Gredel and Citaan up the turret. Poor Gredel stressed about everything it seemed and insisted on holding Citaan's arm while she climbed the stairs. When we reached the top he rushed to get her a seat at the table. She flicked a glance our way that read both exasperation and love.
I wandered over to the windows and looked out at the Anguem range. The view of the mountains looked amazing, they really had situated the castle well. Spying a small door set in one of the windows, I peered out; it led to a narrow balcony I hadn't noticed before. 
'What's that for?' I glanced at Alek.
He looked to where I pointed. 
'That's for archers, in the event that the enemy makes it past the inner gate.'
I nodded and stepped closer to the window for a better look. 'It looks rather narrow.'
'It isn't a design feature, Cat. It's for just in case. Do you want to have a look?' He opened the little door and led the way out. The others edged along behind us and we stood in a row. If I thought the view good inside, it didn't compare to this. I clutched tight to the waist high railing and looked over the edge. The forest that grew in the space between the castle and inner gate didn't seem so dense from up here; I could just make out the guards on patrol. A squeak from Sian and a shuffling motion from the guys announced Audi's arrival as she squeezed past them. Reaching my side, she carefully stood with her front paws clinging to the rail, so she could see what we looked at. It started everyone chuckling. Sabyn reached out to ruffle her ears.
'Nosey creature,' he scolded her. 'Nearly shove us off just to satisfy your curiosity.'

THE MORNING WENT BY FAST and it seemed far too soon that they had to go and get ready. Kassie clung tight to Rumal for a moment when he bent to embrace her.
'Not long,' he said, his molten eyes creased in affection.
She nodded back, unable to speak due to the lump in her throat. Not long. It brought the jitter of nerves back but they were whirled off to get ready. The Beautens bustled with people when the girls walked in.

I CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE snooty Countess I'd met when we'd first arrived; she pointedly ignored me. Not a problem, I thought, I'd rather not have to talk to you anyway. 
It wasn't until they moved me to the hair stylist's seat that I realized Melanite sat beside me. 
'Melanite!'
She laughed. 'I saw you all when you first came in, did you only just notice me?'
'Oh I'm sorry, I'm totally away with the fairies at the moment.'
Drat. I'd forgotten they exist here. 
The confused look on her face amused me; she shrugged away my weird comment. We chatted away and I noticed Loi and Sian talking to a couple of the girls we'd met in Gartoll. 
'How big an event is this usually?'
'I would expect a couple of thousand to attend. Dignitaries from all over Elion and even further will come.'
'Really? How will they travel here?' I asked.
She thought about it. 'I know that those coming from Delanta and Lanion arrived in Elion last week. They'll be getting ready in the town, and there may be a few who are brought in by the Griffon Guard.'
The stylist tapped my shoulder and I had to turn away.

LOI ADMIRED HER HAIR IN the mirror. The stylist had teased the top of her hair and smoothed it over then clipped the top half of her hair back. She preferred to have her hair loose, so this made a good compromise and meant she could have a pretty clip too. The stylist ushered her over to a couch where Sian sat, so she could move on to her next client. Sian's hair had been teased like hers, and drawn into a high pony tail, highlighting her cheekbones.
'You pleased?' Loi arched an eyebrow at her.
Sian smiled and ran a hand over it. 'I am, it's very sleek. It'll look great with my dress.'
They both fell silent, observing the chaos as stylists raced around, tripping over one another, clients voicing loud opinions about each other's hair and make-up. 
'It nearly reminds me of our last night on Earth,' Sian said nostalgically. 'Just crazier.'
Eventually Kassie and Cat were done, and the four of them walked back to their room. The corridors and turret were crowded with guests and staff dashing about. Slipping into their room they closed the doors with relief. Ada had dropped their dresses off and they hung from each of their dressing table mirrors, a pair of matching shoes below.




Nicole MacDonald is a thirty something year old Kiwi who loves to read and moonlights as a novelist. An avid reader from a young age, writing only occurred to her a few years ago after reading a book that didn’t quite hit the spot.
Daily scribbles eventuated into the BirthRight Trilogy, an Epic Fantasy Romance with women who know how to wield a sword, AND swing a punch. A literary journey that included six months of long sword training, as well as ju-jitsu lessons, and self-defence lessons for Nicole.
When not writing Nicole loves to watch all manner of documentaries, escape to her family's cabin in the woods, and spend time with her other half and their fur critters.

Bound by love, drawn by magick, happily ever after won’t come without a fight.
Looking for love, four friends cast a spell. Thrust into a terrifying new world, they find themselves fighting for their lives, until help drops in. Now, alongside the Griffon Guard, they must learn to use powers they never knew they had, to save a world they never knew existed.

Love might be an option, but only if they defeat an ancient darkness hell bent on ruling the world...

After making sure my password on my laptop was secure—not that I thought Deidra snooped or anything like that—I ventured out of my room, camera at the ready. My mantra for the day became: I'm getting that second shot. I repeated it several times until I reached the first floor landing. 
	I ambled for a bit until I heard hushed voices in the distance. I rounded the corner just in time to hear Demitri say something about length. If you asked me, I should have turned around and ran. Instead, I stepped into the drawing room and froze, jaw to the floor. At the center of the room, Demitri stood on a circular platform in front of three mirrors. Bright morning light bathed him like a marble statue in a museum, emphasizing the cuts of muscle on his body. Calixta, with pins between her teeth, kneeled at his feet hemming a…a…
	"Is that a skirt?" I blurted out. Did I mention Demitri was half naked? No? Well, yeah. Holy Greek god, Batman!
	He frowned at my question. "It's a kilt."
	"It's a skirt," I repeated dumbly. The circuits in my brain were misfiring. Demitri's abs were a miracle of nature, each bump perfect. 
	"It's leather," he said. 
	As if I couldn't sound any more like an idiot, I replied, "Do you have to do that without a shirt on, though?"
	"It's funkin' rock n' roll!" he growled. 
	Calixta and I shared a giggle and a loaded stare. When we realized we'd had a moment, we scowled and returned to what we were doing—her hemming Demitri's leather kilt and me standing there staring like a fool. A part of me now understood the appeal of historical romance novels involving Scottish men. A kilt—on the right body—was hella sexy. 
	I snapped pictures of Demitri patiently waiting for Calixta to finish her work. Ideas for the next shoot already forming in my mind. 
	"What's the kilt for?" I asked, kneeling with Calixta and pointed my camera up to capture his perfection at an upward angle. With his long hair spilling over his massive shoulders, he really resembled a dark-haired highlander who slayed hearts with a guitar instead of a sword. 
	Demitri spread his legs apart and rested his hands on his narrow hips. "The band in leather kilts in the snow is one of Luka's concepts for the Poison music video."
	"Luka came up with this?"
	"Yeah. What about it?"
	I froze. The response didn't come from Demitri. I turned in a tight circle to keep from bumping into Calixta. God forbid she pricks Demitri when she worked so close to his junk. And based on what I saw beneath that kilt while on my knees, Phoenix must be one happy girl.
	Luka stepped from behind a wooden screen at one side of the room I hadn't noticed when I came in. How could I when my gaze was locked on the gorgeous piece of manflesh on the platform. I had to correct myself. Demitri may look like a Greek god, but Luka embodied a blond, delicious Loki in that kilt. Granted, none of these pantheons wore kilts, but my mind was running away with me. He wore the kilt with a tight, black wifebeater. His messy mop of curls framed his face so well. It didn't help that my lips still remembered the feel of his mouth on mine and how intoxicating he tasted. And let's not forget the sinful tongue ring he hid expertly. 
	"How long have you been standing there?" I stammered out.
	His eyebrows rose, taking the bolt on one of them up a notch. "Long enough."
	It was times like this when I wished I had both eyes to fully appreciate what I was seeing. Let him see what his mere presence did to me, not bothering to hide my stare. I wanted him to know what he was depriving me of. 
	My tactic must have worked because a slight blush crossed Luka's cheekbones before he ran his fingers through his curls. The muscles on his arm flexed at the movement. My skin still tingled at the memory of the rings on those long digits. 
	"Why the kilts?" I asked when the silence got a little too awkward. 
	"Luka wants to give the ladies something to think about." Demitri laughed—a deep and throaty sound. 
	"It's a symbol." Luka took a step forward. "Scottish warriors wear kilts. They are fierce in battle."
	"What does it have to do with the song?"
	"We are going into battle for our hearts, to rid ourselves of the poison there."
	Okay, not quite getting it. I pursed my lips but didn't say anything. I decided I needed to see what the rest of the video was about before I could make any judgments on Luka's choice of wardrobe. 
	"Alright, you're done." Calixta slapped Demitri in the ass and shooed him off the platform. "Your turn, Your Highness." She crooked a finger at Luka.
	"Your Highness?" I asked, laughing. That came out of left field.
	Everyone in the room paused. Luka looked pointedly at Calixta. She didn't seem affected by the heat in his glare. Demitri slapped Luka on the shoulder and laughed again before looking at me. Okay, that got pretty weird fast. 
	"Don't mind Calixta. She likes giving everyone nicknames," he said to me, mischief in his dark as night eyes. 
	"It's because he's so high and mighty," Calixta added before she bit down on a couple more pins. 
	Luka snorted, taking his place on the platform. The tension deflated. I chuckled. Luka all high and mighty. He certainly had the attitude. And if he was pulling the strings in Vicious, he'd definitely need the air of arrogance only royalty possessed. 
	Demitri and Luka mumbled to each other about the video they would shoot tomorrow while I continued to take pictures and Calixta got to hemming his kilt. For a second, I wondered what was under there, but I played the good girl and abstained from kneeling in front of Luka. The last thing I needed was for him to have that image of me. Then I noticed the edges of a tattoo peeking out of the collar of Luka's tank top behind his neck. I couldn't make out what it was, the black cotton completely obscuring the design. Like a curious cat, I wanted to see it. The how was the problem. The naughty part of me wished Luka would walk around half-naked the way Demitri did. The saner part of me knew my heart couldn't take it if he did. I silently thanked him for that.  
	"What time is the shoot starting tomorrow?" I asked, checking the settings on my camera. 
	"Dawn," Luka said over his shoulder. 
	I groaned. I just climbed into bed at that time. Crap!
	"And it'll last most of the day, depending on Mr. Perfectionist here." Demitri hiked his thumb at the fallen angel reflected in three mirrors and Luka swiped at his cousin's shoulder. 
	I didn't believe I caught the moment until I stared at it on the digi screen. Demitri was grinning up at Luka who was scowling down at him. Their interaction looked so dynamic in the stillness of the picture. And as dumb luck would have it, Calixta wasn't in the frame. She must have reached for something because when I looked back at the three of them, she kneeled in front of Luka again. What a fortuitous moment. 
	A self-satisfied grin pulled at my lips. 
	"What is it?" 
	Looking up, my gaze locked with Luka's as he stared at me from the center mirror. My grin turned into a full on smile. "Looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night for me."
	Luka mirrored my smile with a sexy one of his own. "Just the way I like it."

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