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Killer For years I have tried and failed many things, sometimes I have forgotten my roles of executioner, killer and replaced it with selfish brother, son, and friend. I haven’t always seen through the faults of others, or believed in my radar of danger. I made many mistakes in my lifetime, but not as many as this. Listening to Dexter, Diamond and my wife spin their tale, I agree with Brandon. There were too many holes in the story, but they weren’t difficult to put together once you understood the history. I’m staring at Sienna, and it’s a shame I have known her for so long, without ever questioning the history behind it all. She doesn’t like my eyes on her, it makes her uncomfortable. I wait patiently until the others go to their respective places. Once I’m sure, they all dispersed, and the cleaners arrived. I get closer to her. I pull her arm again, beckoning her toward me, her body closer to me as I need, but I don’t flinch as her breast crushes against my chest. “I i

Sienna “Let’s say Sartini wasn’t too fond of his wife’s affair with a snitch. He told a few people he thought he could trust about her pregnancy. After she died he presumed the baby died too, but she didn’t. The doctor who helped deliver the baby sold the information to the Bratva, who told Allan. Allan put two and two together. Found out it was his kid and snatched her from the mother. No one thought to look too hard at the time apart from my dad and Marcus. By the time they did, Allan managed to make it look as if she died.” “But that doesn’t explain Sienna’s erratic behavior.” Brandon speaks up and I tighten my jaw. “No it doesn’t, but understanding everything will give you guys a better picture of how screwed we all are. Especially you guys, because you just collateral.” Killer stands up, and I watch him attentively as he goes to the glass canister filled with whiskey and pours himself a stiff drink. I noticed he did that yesterday too. “Continue Sienna.” Kylie looks

Sienna “I should be asking you that,” I respond, looking at her from head to toe. She was tough, I give her that, but tough or not, I’ve seen many people die even by my own hand and it still shook me up. “No, I won’t be alright until you guys tell us everything, so this shit never happens again. How the hell did they even manage to get through the dogs?” “I know this guy, he was here a month ago, the dogs must’ve sensed him as a familiar person, it happens.” Wyatt bends down looking at the dead guy with a bullet in his throat. I cringe at the sight of the blood. David walks in, “They’ll be here in about an hour, it gives the trio enough time to tell us what the fuck was that, I haven’t even got elected as President and this is the second bullet someone tries to kill me with.” “Yeah, it’s about damn time someone tells us what the fuck we’re doing here.” Snake's anger is understandable. They were chasing flies without knowing where they came from. We make our way to lounge, everyo

Sienna“You know Taytay, the world only listens to the listenable. Let’s not talk out.” Since the day I met Diamond our lives were entangled. I was bound by my honor even though she never had any for me. She must’ve known Sienna was Taylor but just chose to pretend otherwise. It was the lie she spun to herself. I never questioned why, but Kylie and Killer were right, I spent too long protecting her at any cost, I forgot all the chaos it insured for others.“We can't keep doing this,” I say, “I never understood the etiquette of love but I always understood the rawness of it.”“What are you saying Taylor? Please, don’t.” Diamond doesn't look at me and ,for the first time since I met her I admit the hurtful truth, “We aren't blood, but it never deterred my feelings for you, you are my sister, but now I have a kid and a husband. A family. I have to put them first. I can't do this.”“I never asked you to do different. All you had to do was keep some stuff to yourself. Once we find the F

Sienna There are so many things to say in a short moment. But words don’t fall out of our mouth when that moment comes. Sometimes it gets stuck. “Because you selfishly put everyone in danger. Not once did you stop and think. You don’t think about the repercussions of your decisions, just your own selfish destination. It’s always about you.” “It wasn’t going to be easy to find out if the Frankfurts were alive or not, so I made a decision. And yes I pissed off a lot of people, and some got hurt, more than others, but in the end it wasn’t just Diamond I was protecting. I never asked you to come here, or to even be here. I am capable of making my own choices and figuring things out for myself.” “A selfish one, you should have come to me. I’m your husband, what ever happened to ‘till death do we part?’” “And in death we did, Sienna Bray died Killer, this is me.” “Yeah she did, because I don’t even recognize you.” He leaves, and I slide my back against the wall as the tears

killer She turns her back to me, and I watch her as she grabs a hold of the brush from the dresser. “You pissed a lot of people off when you got shot, you have the Cartel on your back, the Frankfurt’s and maybe the Demarco’s if you aren’t careful. My reasons are my own, don’t make too much of it, it’ll only lead to disappointment. But I have to say, for a liar, you sure know how to secure your safety.” She turns around with the spiked brush in her hand, her eyes narrowing, in that way of hers that no surgery can hide. “When I was younger, I thought I could figure it all out, and everything would be alright. I saw my window of opportunity and took it, didn’t expect the first guy I ever loved would’ve stabbed me in the back.” “First guy? Really? Is that why fucked my family up their asses. Is that your idea of first life?” “I never fucked your family, I fucked over Beggar. She’s not your family.” “Our understanding of family is different, and by selling Beggar out Sie

AshlynThe 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 versions of him

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