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SiennaI want to continue arguing. I wanna say that we at least had a fight. But Killer has other plans. He wants to leave, and to be honest, I have to go. We’ve been here for three days. Three days longer than we had to stay. We’ve been around every Satan Sniper’s Clubhouse across the States. We’ve been to New York, Los Angeles. Our places to stay are dwindling, and fast. We both know they’re coming for us. Not just the Frankfurt’s. Not just…“Okay,” I say. “Looks like that’s that. Awesome. I’ll go.”“Fine. Let’s go.”After an intense yet grueling, long, annoyingly silent drive, we get to the airport. My red hair matches my fake identity perfectly, so we get through the check in with no problems and an hour later hop on the plane.I get seated next to a flighty. It’s surprisingly very nice. Since I was exactly that eight weeks ago. But with Killer as my plus one there’s no such thing as, ‘needing a moment’ or ‘afraid of flying.’ I believe the word flighty isn’t even a thing.I can se

Sienna He stares at me for a long time. I don’t know if he’s contemplating what he should say, or just thinking about how much he hates me, or what the hell he was thinking when he married me, or whatever goes on in that mentality of his.“Sienna,” he says my name again. This time, at least, he doesn’t call me Taylor. “What did you do?” he asks the question, but we both know it’s more of a statement than a question, because he knows what I did. He knows who I went to see.“I asked Aliyana for help.”“What kind of help?” he inquires, leaning against the wall.My gosh, when did he become so hot? Well, he was always hot, but now I just see something so dangerous about him. It brings out something in me, something I thought was dead. Fuck, fuck, fuck.“I actually don’t know what I asked her for, but Marco and I are going to have a conversation about it tomorrow, just before we go. And then we can decide what we want to do.”He frowns at me. “What

Sienna I keep thinking he’ll change, but he won’t. He doesn’t look at me like I mean something, like I matter to him. He just doesn’t.I want him to want me. I’m his wife. Why won’t he want me?The thought of it makes me angry, but the reality of it is the words we don’t say. It’s created a wall so high non of us can climb over. Yet every time we stand five feet apart I wonder. How does a man who has spent his life-saving people get over the fact that his wife was born from the bloodshed of those innocents?I never admitted who I am, who I was. I always thought it was easier to ignore it—to ignore my past, where I came from, what happened. But these days, when I look at him, when I’m around him, I can’t.I cannot ignore it anymore.I observe him have a conversation with his brother as I’ve done these last weeks. There’s no lightness in his eyes. You’d think that after all the years of faking emotion, you’d become so

Killer Hours– she’s barely left my sight for three of them and I’m already looking for exit points, WEAPONS, anything I can use to make a bomb. Call me a fuck tard but she makes my head pain, my ball sack heavy and something deadly in me come alive. My pocket vibrates and I slide my device out of it. Michael’s name flashes on the screen. “You have an issue or is it another curtsy?” “I found Zasha down by a diner next to a mart store near New Orleans. Figured you’d wanna know before you hit the Dead zone. You guys decide where you headed? Ma said Kaleb’s in a fuss. Was thinking arranging something more stable for the little man once I’m done with this merger.” “Nothing more stable than with his MA. Unless you with ours. We’ll head out soon, but I need you to do something for me. Can you set up a call with someone for me?” “Sure. Send me the deets. Hear from Kylie? She’s back home barely a week and I hear sh

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Sienna Confrontation usually requires elevated emotions by at least one party disagreeing with the other. “I didn’t agree to it; you presumed I would agree, and as you have proven these last seven weeks, have no idea what I would do and proceeded to make your own choice. Without consulting me again.” I know, my hand is on my hip, my eyes are prickly and my pointy little finger is doing the wiggly again. But for fuck’s sake, why can’t the goddamn man communicate. You swear we are living in an ice age.“You sure you don’t want my help?” Killer asks, putting the book down on the small table next to him. He has that ‘I don’t care enough but I can see you’re suffering’ stare, and gosh, do I want him to help. But not with this. If he helps now, then the entire ‘I can do it on my own speech’ was in vain. The lengthy two-and-a-half-hour argument was all for nothing. “You said find the Frankfurt’s, you said, ‘get you a new identity,’ and you said I should choose. I chose. Now, what’s the pr

Ashlyn The world had gone still. No wind, no sound, just the faint hum of power between us. Krav stood a few feet away, his wings folding back, his body still half-shimmering from the flight. The air around him crackled with cold; frost clung to the grass, creeping toward me like his presence alone bent the elements. And still, I couldn’t move. I wanted to run to him, every part of me screamed to ut the moment I met his eyes, I knew it wasn’t just him standing there. The god lingered in the hollow edges of his stare, something vast and ancient flickering behind the man I loved. The tears came before the words. “I want to run into your arms and know you’re you,” I whispered. “But I can’t. Can I, Krav? Because you aren’t only you anymore.” The last word broke. I hated how small it sounded. Krav’s jaw clenched. His breath came out in a rush of frost. The gold in his eyes flickered, warping into that unnatural blue for a heartbeat, then back again. He looked torn—like two ver

AshlynThe coffee in my cup had gone cold an hour ago, but I was still pretending to drink it. The break room at the Den always smelled like burnt caffeine, pine soap, and sweat. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was home.Conan leaned back in his chair, boots up on the table like he owned it. “You really think Haden’s gonna hold the border this long?”Penny snorted. “If anyone can, it’s him. Man’s too stubborn to die.”Conan grinned. “Fair. I heard he made the new recruits scrub the south wall with toothbrushes.”“He did,” I muttered. “And if you two don’t stop talking shit, I’ll make you do the same.”That shut them up for a minute.Across the table, a young Sentinel, Tara, barely twenty if that tried not to laugh. “You’d really do that?”I looked up at her. “Try me.”Her smile vanished. I didn’t mean to scare her, but the truth was, the humor in this place always came out forced. Nobody laughed easily anymore. Not with half the pack on edge, not with a god loose in the world, and not wit

Krav I don’t know how long I’ve been here.The air smells wrong, stale, old, like stone that’s been sealed away from sunlight for centuries. The ground under me is hard, cracked. My wings ache like they’ve been torn out and put back in the wrong sockets. My knees sting, blood crusted over where I landed too fast. My throat burns, raw from shouting her name.Ashlyn.I’ve tried to call her again and again, through the bond, through the air, through whatever this place is. Nothing answers. It’s like screaming into a wall that eats sound.But I can feel her. Faint, far. A pulse of warmth in the distance. The mate bond still hums under my skin, quiet but alive. It’s the only reason I know I’m not dead.I drag myself up to my feet. The ground groans under me, echoing like I stepped into the ribs of a hollow beast. The place around me isn’t dark exactly—there’s a pale blue glow that leaks from the cracks in the stone, like veins of light running beneath the surface.My hands shake as I reac

Keiral The vision hit like lightning. One moment I was standing in the lab, halfway through reading a report on Mira’s latest bloodwork. The next, the world tilted and spun, and the ground under me wasn’t real anymore. Flashes of white, gold, blue. The air burned cold and hot at once. I saw chains made of light snapping one by one, heard voices like thunder rolling across a storm that had no end. Then a whisper—low, ancient, and sharp as glass—slid through the noise and wrapped around my spine. (Sever the bond and claim what’s lost. The broken must be bound, for only a true blood can claim a god.) I gasped and stumbled back, grabbing the counter. The sound of my own heartbeat drowned out everything else. When I blinked, the vision was gone—but the words burned behind my eyes. I’d had visions before. Small flashes. Warnings. But this was different. This felt like something had reached into me and left its mark. My hand shook as I grabbed my slate, writing the words before

Ashlyn It had been six days since Krav left.Six days of silence.Six days of trying not to break.The first night, I’d waited on the roof of the Den until the moon sank and the horizon paled with dawn. Every gust of wind that shifted the trees, every shadow that passed over the valley, I thought it was him. I told myself he’d come back when the storm inside him calmed, when he remembered that he belonged here—with me.He didn’t.By the second night, I stopped lying to myself. He wasn’t coming back because he didn’t want to be found.Dragons were like that. They could disappear between worlds, blend into storms, vanish into the cracks between light and shadow. Krav more than any of them—his power wasn’t just physical, it was elemental. When he didn’t want to be seen, not even the gods could find him.Still, I tried.We searched the mountain ridges at dawn, followed every wind current that carried even the faintest scent of frost. The Sentinels patrolled for hours. Curt said I was was

Haden The ceiling fan spun lazy circles above the bed, the steady hum filling the quiet room. Desiree’s breathing was soft beside me, her hair tangled over the pillow, the sheet half-slid down her hip. The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint musk of sex, sweet and heavy. It should’ve been peaceful. It wasn’t. Sleep wouldn’t come. My head wouldn’t stop replaying the last few weeks. Ashlyn’s face every time she said his name, Krav’s face every time I wanted to punch him. The two of them standing side by side like they’d always been written that way. I turned onto my back, one arm over my eyes. The bed creaked, Desiree shifted closer, tracing a finger down my chest. “Can’t sleep?” she murmured. “Couldn’t if I tried.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “You’re thinking about her again.” It wasn’t a question. I let out a slow breath. “You don’t have to say it like that.” “Well, you are,” she said, sitting up fully now, sheet falling to her waist. “You get this l