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Sam’s POV Hours after that beautiful, but much dreaded night I had spent with a total stranger, I tried so much to return to my usual life.The idea of forgetting about my current life conditions and pretending I was someone else hadn’t worked out so well after all. It felt like I had just briefly moved through someone else’s life, and now I had to return to mine.I went back to work at Royale Lodge that morning like nothing had happened. I cleaned the rooms, my mind still hooked on the stranger who seemed to have crawled up under my skin.I smiled politely at everyone, but inside me, everything waschaos. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.The masked stranger. My totally unexpected one-night-stand. The way his touch had felt against my skin… like I belonged there.It was like I went on with an invisible string tied to him, which I couldn’t seem to discard. And there was the way my heart behaved… like it had lost something.I’d catch myself turning suddenl

Riven’s POV I woke up to emptiness beside me. The warmth that had been pressed against my chest was no longer there.For a second, I thought it had all been a dream. Then the scent of the mystery girl I had just spent the night with hit me.Her sweet delicate scent was still in the sheets and wrapped around me like a ghost. My eyes quickly snapped open.I turned and the other side of the bed was cold, confirming my suspicions. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. The girl was gone.“Shit!” I sighed.Silence took over the room as I scanned my mind for what could have gone wrong. Then suddenly, I sat up fast, scanning the apartment.The balcony doors were closed. The bathroom empty. No sign of her anywhere. A low growl ripped from my throat as the reality dawn on me.“No, no, no.” I whispered.Why would she leave? After our steamy night together. The bond I felt to her burned hot against my chest through the scent she’d left behind.The moment I confirmed in my mind the still existin

Sam’s POV The air outside was cold when we stepped out of the bar, but his hand around mine warmed me a bit.His grip was strong and firm. And I didn’t even question him about where we were going, I just let him lead me on.My head spun from the alcohol, but there was something else… something deeper. And ever since I set eyes on him, it seemed to be pulling me toward him like gravity.Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. It felt like words would ruin whatever magic we had wrapped around us.A black car waited at a corner. He opened the door for me, and I slid in, my heart racing. The ride was short but quiet, filled with tension so thick I could almost breathe it.I kept stealing small glances at him. But the dark mask still covered half his face and I could see his much of his features. Only his clenched jaws, sharp eyes that burned with something wild in them.When the car stopped, I realized we were in front of a small building.“This is…?” I started.“My place,” he said simpl

Sam’s POV Back home after my shift at Royale, Nora wouldn’t stop pacingin her apartment. She moved back and forth across the tiny living room, her hands on her hips, her hair bouncing with every step while I sat down on the couch, still in my work clothes.“Sam,” she said for the hundredth time, “you are not spending another night crying over your problems.”“I won’t be crying,” I muttered.She shot me a look. “Well, your eyes suggests otherwise.”I sighed and rubbed my face. My body tired from work. My mind also ached from everything else.“I’m tired, Nora.”“Tired isn’t the same as giving up, my friend,” she said, then smiled slowly. “Besides, I have a great idea for you.”That made mea little nervous, knowing Nora well. “Really? And what idea is that?”“So… there’s this underground party tonight…” I started but wasn’t allowed to finish…“Oh please, Nora!” I sighed, already aware of what she was driving at.“It’s going to be fun, I swear!” she said excitedly, “An underground masked

Sam’s POV I pushed my cleaning cart down the long hallway of Royale Lodge. It was the same routine for me every day, although my mind was never truly here. It was always somewhere else.Somewhere emotional and sad.Two weeks ago, Amelia had stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her lips twisted in that cruel smile of hers she always wore when she wanted to display her hatred of me.“Pack your things and leave my house, Samantha. I’m tired of feeding you and that bastard child.”She had finally done what she’d always threatened to do. She said I was a burden. That I reminded her too much of my father. That she had enough problems already to care for Clara and I.After everything I did in that house, joggling it all with caring for my little sister, my terminally sick sister after she was abandoned by our heartless stepmother. She didn’t care what she had to do to get us far away from her this time.As I went door to door, the wheels of my cart squeaking softly against the polishe