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❝ no pressure or anything. ❞
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SECRETS ARE A STRANGE THING. There are three kinds of secrets that could make or break you starting with the secret that everyone knows about. The sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know.
The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be-confessors, none of these people knowing that their never admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words; I am afraid.
And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery. Arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it.
Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in our lives. We are keepers or kept-from, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches—that is what will be left at the end of it all; that is what will keep us going; that is what will bring us all together.
That is what Enola believed. All she had to do was find a secret worth keeping; a secret that would change the tides of this war. There was only one question remaining. What kind of secret was it? The kind that everyone knows? The kind that you keep from yourself? Or that kind that no one knows about? Only time will tell.
"The wolves are freaking out," Aiden expressed. "They know it must be an insider who took down Vincent last night seeing as no one could have been anywhere near him."
"Anybody suspect it was you?" Jackson questioned.
"No. Not yet." Aiden shook his head. "But they're gonna figure it out which pretty much means I'm screwed unless we come up with a plan."
"Call a meeting. The whole pack. Tonight." Hayley demanded. "If they are so scared, now is the perfect time to convince them they need to ditch Esther."
"She gave them moonlight rings," Aiden reminded, waving his ring in the air like some sort of trophy.
"Those rings make you slaves," Hayley pointed out
"No, they make us powerful." Aiden corrected. "We were exiles before and now we run the city. The vampires are scared of us. And no one—including me—is just going to walk away from that."
