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a drug as addicting as Rapture, he could bring the entire human race to kneel before him.
    “What wicked scheme are you working up, mate?” Ilyrana asked as she slipped into the room.
    “I was just thinking.” Lorsan turned his body partially away from the one-way glass so he could see his Chosen.
    “A dangerous pastime,” she teased.
    “Imagine ruling more than just the dark elf realm.” His eyes narrowed but grew unfocused as he pictured the future. “We could rule this realm as well. The humans are so easily influenced it would not take much to take over completely. Think about it, my love; we wouldn’t be subject to the Forest Lords. We would be our own lords. And with The Book of the Elves in our possession, we could make our magic even more powerful—as powerful as it once was in the ancient times.”
    “I’ve always loved your ambition,” she purred as she stepped closer to him, pressing her body intimately against his. “It’s one of your most attractive attributes.”
    Lorsan’s skin heated with desire but before he could act on the feelings building inside of him, the door to the office swung open with a loud thud as the knob hit the wall. He pushed Ilyrana aside and glared at the dark elf who dared to barge in on him, but the look on the male’s face gave him pause.
    “We have a serious problem,” the elf said through clenched teeth.
    “If you tell me the book is gone, I will skin you alive,” Lorsan snarled and the elf paled.
    “N-n-no,” he stuttered. “It’s not the book. It’s the humans. There’s been a break in.”
    “In the safe?” Lorsan asked.
    The elf shook his head. “No, in the storeroom. Where the drinks are kept,” he clarified.
    Realization dawned on Lorsan as his eyes widened. “The Rapture,” he whispered.
    “They’re stealing it,” the male confirmed. “A lot of it.”

Chapter 3
     
    “Humans continue to amaze me with their ‘technology.’ These so called ‘inventions’ that they’ve come up with over the years are nothing more than efforts to stay connected. Deep down they know they are weak. They know they are vulnerable. Subconsciously they fear to be alone. So they continually strive to connect themselves to other humans. But those connections themselves are weaknesses. Like a virus spreads from cell to cell, so can disaster spread through the networks the technology affords. Their very ingenuity will be their downfall.” ~Tamsin
     
     
    “ H ave I ever mentioned how much I loathe airports?” Elora asked no one in particular. The group that was now gathered in terminal C, Section A of Oklahoma City International airport each glanced in her direction. After surviving the long and hazardous journey across the airport, considering they had nearly been run over by one of those luggage golf carts, they’d finally reached their gate. Now they could sit and wait with a hundred other bodies crammed into the tiny little terminal.
    “What about it exactly do you despise?” Oakley asked her. “Could it be the obnoxious lady on the intercom having to repeat herself because people won’t pay attention? Or perhaps, it’s the lovely smell that seems to be wafting off of these fabric seats that are more than likely several decades old? Better still, maybe you utterly loathe airports because they let guys that look like Cush walk through the security line without a backward glance, but then pull a seventeen-year-old female to the side to pat down because she looks too threatening.”
    “Yes,” Elora answered to all of the questions. “And to be fair, I do sort of look like someone who likes to play with fire.”
    “I personally like the part where Cush made the male security guard who stepped toward Elora take several steps back causing him to trip over a guy trying to put his shoes back on. I was sure the poor man was going to start crying,” Syndra laughed.
    Elora noticed that Cush did not.
    “He made some comment about Elora being selected for a