
Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister
I had stopped pretending the night Sebastian sailed past our bedroom door for the third time and didn’t look back.
I had married him to keep my father’s company intact. Out of my father's desperation.
The vows were for the cameras and the board, everything else was ledger entries and quiet compromises.
He chased his affairs in public while I held the facade. He saw my composure and called it martyrdom. He never figured out that my calm was armor, not devotion.
Then Samantha came home, twenty-three, luminous, curious, the kind of warmth that made places in me I’d kept cordoned off ache. She drifted into my life with easy laughter and careless questions. A sister-in-law, that became my obsession.
We started with late-night talks, her voice soft in an empty house, her hand brushing mine while we pretended we were discussing nothing at all.
Those small touches stopped being accidental, but deliberate.
While Sebastian was busy elsewhere, I took his sister.
Not to win anything on a balance sheet, not to score a victory, but to finally have the means to protect who I am, and who I love.
Samantha was bewildered at first, shame and curiosity tangling on her face, but the way she leaned into the moments we stole told me more than words ever could.
It was messy and urgent and selfish. She became my refuge and my ruin. The tenderness I had once sold to survive became a liability I was suddenly proud to bear.
When the scandal around Sebastian crescendoed, I didn’t hide behind the marriage or the name. I stepped into the light, shoulder to shoulder with her, exposed and fierce.
I traded anonymity for that, truth wrapped in possession, and I, Mikayla Stonefield, would have done it again.
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Chapter: Opticon Evo's Opening. Samantha and I spent the following days buried in preparations for the opening of her company. We checked every detail of the event, the guest list, the layout, the product launch sequence, the catering, the flow of the evening. The venue still smelled faintly of fresh paint and polished wood. I let her make the final calls on almost everything. My role was to use my contacts and make sure the pieces she chose actually arrived on time and in the right condition.The days moved faster than either of us expected. By the afternoon before the opening I still wasn’t fully satisfied. The lighting felt a little too cold. The floral arrangements looked sparse against the wide windows.“Baby, you sure that’s enough? We can buy more flowers, order more desserts and wine,” I said, frowning at the half-finished interior of the venue.Samantha signed off on the last delivery form, the pen scratching softly against the paper, and looked up with a calm smile.“That’s
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: Something's Wrong.The flight back to New York was quiet. By the time the car pulled into the underground garage at Sutton, the sky was already fully dark. The house lights came on automatically as we stepped inside. We dropped our bags in the hallway and went upstairs to get ready for bed, exhausted from the trip.Samantha’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.I watched her pick it up. The color drained from her face so fast that my stomach tightened. Her hands started shaking. She stared at the screen for another second, then stood.“I need the bathroom,” she said, already moving.I followed. The door locked from the inside just as I reached it. I turned the knob anyway.“Baby? What’s wrong?”Her voice came through the wood, thin and cracking.“I… I’m not feeling well…. Can you… pass me some napkin?”I stayed still for a moment, then softened my tone.“Baby, are you sure? Are you on your period?”I was already crossing to the drawer, pulling out a p
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Chapter: Annoyed at Myself.Morning light filtered through the curtains. The smell of breakfast pulled me awake, warm rice, eggs, miso, the faint salt of grilled fish. Samantha had already ordered for both of us. She sat at the small table near the window, posture careful, watching me the way someone checks if it’s safe to approach.The memory of turning my back on her last night hit immediately. Annoyance at myself rose hot and sharp. I pushed the covers aside, walked straight to her, and pulled her up from the chair into my arms.“I’m sorry about last night,” I said against her hair. “I lost my temper. That was on me.”Samantha shook her head, hands resting lightly on my back.“You didn’t do anything wrong. I know you meant well.”I held her tighter and let out a long breath.“I’ll do my best not to overstep. But if I’m left with no choice and have to decide on my own, I will.”She leaned back just enough to look at me. A small smile appeared.“That’s something I can
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Chapter: The First Argument.After saying goodbye to a drunken Lawrence, Miguel half-carrying him down the hall, Samantha and I walked back to our own suite in silence. The door clicked shut behind us. We showered without much talk. I washed her back the way I always did, slow palms sliding over wet skin, thumbs pressing along the muscles on either side of her spine. When we finished, we dried off and moved to the bed.Then, I started gentle.My hands moved over her body the way they usually did at the beginning, light strokes along her sides, soft open-mouthed kisses at her collarbone, the kind of touch that normally made her lean into me and make those small sounds in her throat. Tonight she stayed mostly still. Her breathing changed, chest rising a little faster, but the soft reactions I was used to hearing stayed quiet.I pressed harder. When that still didn’t pull a clear response, I shifted the pace. My fingers slid between her legs and found her already slick. I pushed two
Last Updated: 2026-08-27
Chapter: Protecting Her is What Matters.I watched Albert’s face with quiet satisfaction.The polished confidence he had carried to the table was gone. What replaced it moved across his features in clear stages, first the blank stillness of someone who had not seen the blow coming, then open disbelief, and finally a tight, rising fury that settled in the hard line of his jaw and the heat in his eyes. Beside him, Dennis no longer tried to look professional. Hostility rolled off him in the rigid set of his shoulders and the way he stared at me without blinking.Albert found his voice first. It came out rougher than before.“This can’t be true. You’re bluffing.”I kept my tone even and almost gentle.“Go back to New York and check. The documents are there. The trademark is registered. The clause is active.”His gaze slid past me and landed on Samantha. The glare he gave her was sharp enough that my body moved before I fully decided to. I shifted forward in my chair, angling myself betwee
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Chapter: The Tables Have Turned. The atmosphere at the table stayed tight. Both Albert and Dennis felt the shift the moment Miguel spoke. Whatever opening they thought they had was already closing. The low murmur of the banquet continued around us, but our corner of the room had gone quieter, as if the people nearby were listening without wanting to show it.Albert changed tactics. He set the relative card on the table, voice smoothed back into something almost friendly.“Still, it’s impressive what you’ve managed, Mikayla. Building connections at this level takes skill. I’m sure Mr. Clint and Mr. Feischer values that kind of-”I cut him off before he could finish.“I’m no longer part of the Stonefield family. My father removed me from the trust and the family registry. He made it public.”Albert’s expression slipped. The information clearly hadn’t reached him. For a second the polished CEO mask faltered, and I watched the realization land behind his eyes. I let out a quiet giggle at t
Last Updated: 2026-08-25

The Young Lycan
The Redborne Pack was the strongest in the world. Their monopoly on politics and global business was the driving force for rival packs, who sought to take them down at any cost.
Liliana was born of a bond between a Luna and a Lycan, the most feared pair in existence.
Matthias, the untouchable Lycan who forced other Alphas to submit to his authority, and Shaina, the Luna whose prowess could soothe even the pack's wildest berserkers, seemed to be the picture-perfect family.
Until they weren't.
Matthias was tempted by a rival’s beauty: Paloma, a dominant Omega groomed specifically to please the strongest Alpha, especially a Lycan. She was a spy, sent for the sole purpose of wrecking the perfect couple.
It was the beginning of Redborne’s downfall and the catalyst for the tragic, brutal death of Liliana’s mother. Ten-year-old Liliana witnessed it all. For years, she suffered a life of torment and slavery at the hands of her own father and his new wife.
Now, given a chance for revenge, she is back on her feet. Alone and independent, she is taking justice into her own hands, making everyone pay the price for her mother’s execution.
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Chapter: Given and Taken Willingly.William kept his voice soft and steady as he guided Fitz lower.“Slower,” he murmured, fingers gently threading through the hybrid’s thick hair. The strands were coarser than his own, warm from the heat of Fitz’s skin. “Not so much pressure at the tip… yes. Like that. Use your tongue underneath, right there. That’s the place that makes me lose my thoughts.”Fitz followed every quiet instruction with intense focus. His breath ghosted hot and uneven against William’s most sensitive skin. The first careful stroke of his tongue sent a slow shiver up William’s spine. Fitz’s mouth was warmer than expected, a little clumsy at first, then increasingly sure as he learned the exact pressure that made William’s thighs tighten. The wet sound of it was soft in the quiet room, almost intimate on its own.William’s breath hitched. A low, approving sound left him, vibrating in his chest.“That’s good… keep going. You don’t have to rush.”When the pleasure built to
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Chapter: Fitz Wasn't Who He Seemed to Be.The residential zone of Redridge was only a short distance away. Soft lights glowed in a few windows, but most of the small houses were dark. William stopped in front of Fitz’s door.A low, muffled groan reached him through the wood.Then, his own name.William froze. A faint, unmistakable scent of hybrid pheromones slipped through the narrow gap beneath the door. It was warm, heavy, and laced with unmistakable arousal. His body answered before his mind fully caught up. Three years of deliberate celibacy after Zykos had left him tightly controlled. That control frayed in an instant. Heat bloomed low in his stomach. His omega instincts stirred, slow and deliberate, and he made no effort to push them down.He opened the door without knocking.Fitz was on the bed, back half-turned, hand wrapped tightly around his cock. He stroked himself in rough, desperate motions, hips bucking into his own fist while William’s name spilled from his mouth in low, bro
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Chapter: William's Self-Confidence.Back in Redridge, the recovery wing was quiet except for the soft sounds of water and low voices.William worked steadily among the newly soothed berserkers Liliana had helped before leaving. He bathed one of the larger patients with careful hands, rinsing away the last traces of sedatives and swamp dust, then guided the still-drowsy man to his assigned recovery bed. His presence alone seemed to ease the others. Something about his calm beauty and gentle manner made even the most wary of them settle.Fitz appeared in the doorway, took one look at the next patient, a broad-shouldered wolf still too heavy for one person, and stepped in without being asked. Together they lifted the man onto the clean sheets and adjusted the blankets.When the work was finished, Fitz leaned against the wall and studied William’s face.“What’s on your mind?” he asked. “You’re zoning out again.”William glanced at him, then looked back down at the basin of water he was e
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Chapter: Choosing the Perfect Spy.Liliana returned to the Redborne mansion just as the evening lights began to glow along the corridors.She found her parents already seated in the private dining room. The table was set simply, warm soup, roasted meat, fresh bread, and a small plate of the soft cakes Shaina knew she liked. The moment Liliana stepped inside, both of them looked up with the quiet relief that always came when she came home safely.“I’m back,” she said, slipping into her usual seat.Matthias poured water into her glass. “Everything went smoothly?”“As smooth as Whitefang gets.” Liliana took a piece of bread. “We delivered the goods, gathered what we needed, and left without drawing attention. I’ll give you the full report after dinner. Tomorrow I’m going to Redridge for a short visit. I need to speak with William.”Shaina paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth. “William? The male omega you pulled out of Zykos’s chamber three years ago?”Liliana nodded. “That’s him.
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Chapter: Darkiel Pack's Mission.The unloading finished under the harsh midday sun.Merida approached Zephyr with a heavy pouch clutched in both hands. Her fingers still trembled slightly from the earlier tension.“Four hundred thousand wolfzen,” she said, voice tight, “and one box of the new drug we produced, as agreed.”She gestured sharply. A Whitefang wolf hurried forward and placed a sealed wooden box into the back of the truck.Zephyr accepted the pouch without opening it. “We won’t count it. We trust not a single wolfzen is missing.”He climbed into the driver’s seat. Zollie took the passenger side. Clementine helped Liliana into the open back of the truck, then settled beside her among the now-empty crates. The engine rumbled to life, and they pulled away from the loading yard, leaving the crack of the whip and the scent of dust behind.Their next stop was a modest storefront nestled in the Whitefang market district, the front operated by the Darkiel pack. Fresh goods and carefu
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Chapter: Transaction Done.When they reached the drop-off location, the air changed.A single witch stood in the center of the loading yard, whip coiled in one hand. Whitefang pack members moved around her like exhausted laborers, heads lowered, muscles straining under crates and sacks. The pride that once marked the Whitefang wolves had been stripped away. The witch's kind they had once captured and sold now held the whip.“You lazy wolves, move!” the witch barked. “Don’t let the twins unload them for us!”The long leather crack of the whip cut the air. A young man who had stumbled from pure exhaustion cried out as the lash struck his shoulder. Dust rose around his boots.Liliana’s fists clenched so tightly her nails bit into her palms. Every instinct pushed her forward. She forced the words through her mind like a mantra."I’m here on a mission. Don’t lose it. Endure it. Don’t look."Clementine felt the shift in her body behind him. Without a word he drew his cloak wider and pul
Last Updated: 2026-08-25

Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
Warning... or Invitation? That choice is yours.
This isn’t a fairytale.
This isn’t about sweet kisses beneath cherry blossoms or soft smiles under the stars.
No.
This is raw,
This is reckless,
This is “Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire”
A collection of BL short stories carved from lust, laced with obsession, and kissed by chaos.
Each chapter stands on its own, a world where strangers become addictions, roommates cross lines, enemies blur into lovers, and the line between want and need snaps without warning.
These men don’t fall in love.
They fall into temptation.
They crash into each other like lightning against the sea, loud, unforgiving, and beautiful in their destruction.
You’ll find no gentle romance here.
Only the ache of fingertips brushing where they shouldn't, the weight of glances held too long, the gasp before the plunge.
This is for the ones who know love isn’t always tender.
That sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones written in bruises and longing.
This is for those who crave stories that leave a mark, who don’t flinch when desire gets messy, when hearts bleed a little before they beat as one.
Not for the faint-hearted.
Not for the clean-handed.
This is for the bold, the brave, the ones who dare to touch the flame even if it burns.
So turn the page.
Step into the fire.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you---
Because once the embers catch, they never go out.
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Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 25 Final ArcThe penthouse, once a refuge of isolation, now hummed with tentative hope. Victor’s downfall, orchestrated by Travis and sealed by Victoria’s betrayal, had shifted the industry’s tides. The news of his arrest and the lawsuits from his victims dominated X, with #VictorExposed trending alongside stories of resilience. Dave and Carla, still fragile from their month-long retreat, sat with Henry and Travis, the weight of their ordeal heavy but no longer crushing. The videos, the shame, the career implosions, they were scars, but scars could heal. And they weren’t alone. Victor’s other victims, emboldened by his fall, were stepping forward, their journeys of recovery intertwining with Dave and Carla’s, creating a network of survivors determined to reclaim their lives. Dave leaned against Henry on the penthouse couch, his frame still gaunt
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Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 24Victor’s retaliation turned vicious, a brutal escalation that left no room for subtlety. The gossip blogs and tabloids were child’s play compared to his next move: intimate videos, grainy but unmistakable, of Dave and Victor, followed by others of Carla and Victor, leaked to the darkest corners of the internet. Each clip was a dagger, exposing moments of coercion dressed up as consent, a twisted record Victor had kept as insurance. The videos spread like wildfire across X, shared and reposted before anyone could react. The hashtags #DaveExposed and #CarlaShame surged, drowning out Matilde’s endorsement and the group’s careful counter-narratives.Dave and Carla crumbled under the weight. They’d known Victor was ruthless, but not that he’d preserved every humiliating moment, every deal they’d made for survival. The penthouse became their fortress, or their prison. Dave, his career in tatters, posted a final X statement, taking
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 23The penthouse was a war room, its sleek modernity a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding online. The glow of laptops illuminated Carla and Travis’s faces as they tracked the escalating fallout from Victor’s leaks. The gossip blog’s #DaveExposed post had metastasized, fueled by the tabloid’s latest hit piece implicating Carla’s past and hinting at Dave’s ties to Henry. X was ablaze with speculation, some fans defending Dave’s talent, others gleefully tearing into the scandal. Henry and Dave sat close, their earlier post, a defiant studio selfie, gaining traction but not enough to shift the narrative. Victor’s shadow loomed large, his retaliation a calculated strike to unravel their hard-won progress. But Carla had a card to play: Matilde.Matilde, the revered acting coach whose workshops were a crucible for raw talent, held sway in the industry. Her endorsement was a golden ticket, and her disdain for power plays like Victor
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Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 22The workshop’s high lingered as Dave and Carla left Matilde’s studio, the promise of future roles fueling their steps. The city buzzed around them, but their focus was on the path ahead, Dave’s career gaining traction, free from the strings of his past. Meanwhile, Henry and Travis were across town, wrapping up the music show filming. But in the entertainment world, victories were fragile, and shadows like Victor’s never stayed dormant for long.Victor, the industry titan whose influence had once propped up Dave’s early career, hadn’t forgotten the slight of being sidelined. His disinterest in Dave had been a strategic retreat, not a surrender. Word of Dave’s workshop success and his upcoming role in Carlos’s film reached Victor’s ears through industry whispers, and his pride bristled. Dave, the talent he’d molded, was carving a path without him, and Carla, his former plaything, had dared to cut ties. Vic
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Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 21The bedroom door creaked open, and Henry and Dave emerged, their hair mussed, clothes slightly askew, but their faces glowing with sated contentment. The living room came into view, and they froze. There, tangled naked on the sofa, were Carla and Travis, limbs entwined, lost in the quiet aftermath of their own intimacy. Henry’s lips quirked into a soft smile. Without a word, he grabbed a spare blanket from a nearby chair and draped it gently over the sleeping pair, a silent gesture of care. Dave watched, his heart warming. “C’mon,” Henry whispered, nudging Dave toward the kitchen. They raided the fridge for a midnight snack.The night’s intensity faded into easy companionship as they ate, then returned to the bedroom to rest, leaving Carla and Travis to their quiet moment.Morning broke with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Travis stirred first, his internal
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Tangled in Ambition: Part 20The penthouse thrummed with the distant, uninhibited sounds of Henry and Dave, their passion spilling through the open bedroom door, a raw symphony of moans and rhythmic creaks. In the living room, Carla and Travis sat close, the air between them charged with a new understanding. The weight of their earlier conversation, about Dave’s tangled past, Henry’s vulnerability, and the industry’s ruthless underbelly, had stripped away pretenses, leaving them exposed yet connected. Carla’s tear-streaked face softened under Travis’s gentle gaze, his hand still resting on her cheek from wiping away her tears. The alcohol in their systems blurred the edges, but the moment felt sharp, real.Travis’s words echoed in Carla’s mind: Stick with me. I don’t judge. For the first time in years, she felt seen, not as a manager, not as a pawn in Victor’s games, but as herself. Her heart raced, not from seduction or strategy, but from the possibili
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: The Final Chapter CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVELUCCHESE ESTATE, VERONA – Five Years After the AshesLate-afternoon sunlight pours over the gardens in a thick, honey-gold spill, the kind of light Italy hoards for itself like a jealous lover. Everything gleams. Everything looks innocent.I know better than to trust beautiful things.Alejandro, six years old, long-limbed and loud, charges across the lower lawn with a wooden sword twice his size. The kid swings like a berserker. The two Caucasian shepherds, Bear and Ghost, lumber along beside him, pretending to cower even though either of them could flatten him with one paw.In my arms, Sofia kicks impatiently. Two years old, black hair, green eyes, temper measurable only in Richter scale units.“Down, Mamá. Sword!” she demands, stabbing her tiny fist downward.“No swords until you’re four,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “Even tyrants need limits.”She gives me the same betrayed
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Chapter: Alejandro's First Birthday CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE LUCCHESE MANSION, VERONA – The First Days of ForeverI didn’t put Alejandro down for seventy-two hours straight.Not once.I was terrified that if I blinked, the lie would reassert itself and he would turn to ash in my arms.Dante never tried to reason with me. He simply became whatever I needed: pillow, table, shadow. He slept on the floor beside the rocking chair, woke every time Alejandro stirred, and handed me water or a clean blanket without being asked.He understood: For eleven months I had carried the certainty that my son was dead the moment he left my body. My arms had to learn, hour by hour, that he had never died at all.~~~~~~~Night OneI sat in the nursery rocker until the sky turned pale.I studied every detail of the living, breathing proof that everything I believed was a lie.The slope of his nose, Dante
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Chapter: Her Greatest Surprise CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE VORONIN’S FORTRESS, CRIMEA – Dawn of Departure The convoy is already loaded. The sky is the color of wet ash. Voronin waits on the steps, coat collar turned up against the wind, cigarette glowing like a small red wound. I walk up to him alone. Dante hangs back by the car, arms crossed, watching. Voronin offers the half-smoked cigarette. I take it, inhale once, hand it back. “You own more than half of Russia now,” I say quietly. “From Kaliningrad to Vladivostok, pipelines, ports, half the aluminum plants, most of the black-market arms routes. Everything Gavriil bled for is yours.” He exhales smoke through his nose, eyes on the horizon. “I am aware.” I step closer. “Look at me.” He does. My voice is soft, but it carries th
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Chapter: The Thirty-One Days of Erasure
CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE THE BLACK SEA COAST We did not go home. Not yet. There was still meat on the bones, and I intended to strip them clean. For thirty-one days the entire coast from Anapa to Batumi became a silent, efficient slaughterhouse of memory. ~~~~~~~ Week One – The Purge We hunted the way fire hunts oxygen. Voronin’s kill teams, fifty men, no insignia, no mercy, moved in four-man cells. Night-vision goggles. Suppressed rifles. Black vans with false plates. They took captains in their sleep. They took accountants in five-star hotel bathrooms. They took pilots on the tarmac before engines could spool. Some tried to run south through Turkey. We had people waiting at every mountain pass. Some tried to buy their lives with information. We took the inf
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Chapter: Gavriil's DeathCATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE FIOLENT FORTRESS – DawnThe sky is the color of dried blood when the last tower falls.I stand on the hood of the lead Tigr, wind whipping my hair, and watch the fortress die.One by one, the remaining walls fold inward. Roofs collapse with roars that shake the cliff. The sea below drinks the smoke.Gavriil is on his knees in front of me, wrists and ankles chained to a tow hook bolted to the bumper.He is barefoot, shirt torn open, the black-gold ring I once wore now hanging from a chain around his own neck like a noose.His face is streaked with soot and blood, but his eyes, those winter eyes, are still sharp.Still trying to own me.I crouch so we’re eye-level.“Look,” I say softly.He refuses.I grab his hair, force his head up.“Look at what you built, Gavriil. Look at it die.”A final explosion ripples through t
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Chapter: Gavriil's Captivity CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE FIOLENT FORTRESS – 04:21 a.m. onwardThe courtyard is a crematorium.White phosphorus drips from the sky like molten tears. Bodies curl like burnt paper. The air itself feels thick enough to chew.I walk through it untouched.Flames kiss the edges of my fatigues and retreat, as if even fire knows better than to claim me tonight.Dante is a shadow at my left, rifle raised, eyes scanning every corner. Cynthia ghosts at my right, muzzle never wavering. Nikolai and Voronin sweep the flanks. Malcolm is already wiring the final charges that will collapse the rest of the building on top of whatever is left of this place.We descend the shattered staircase in single file.Marble crunches beneath my boots like broken teeth.Emergency lights strobe red across walls painted with blood and soot.I know this corridor the way a condemned woman knows
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