LOGINShe went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she had to leave. The question isn’t whether she’ll survive him. The question is whether she’ll want to. Seven days. Two souls. One impossible choice. And a love so old it survived death itself — only to face something far more terrifying: THE TRUTH.
View More"Lo naksir abang gue?"
Bita tersentak. Selang air di tangannya terlepas begitu saja, membasahi ujung sandal rumahnya sebelum ia sempat mematikan keran. Niatnya berpura-pura menyiram tanaman siang-siang begini hanya agar bisa melihat Aksa yang baru pulang kuliah. Meskipun Aksa terpaut usia beberapa tahun lebih tua, Bita tidak pernah bisa membohongi perasaannya sendiri. Logikanya tahu Aksa terlalu tinggi untuk digapai, namun hatinya tak bisa dipungkiri. Perasaan yang jelas tidak akan pernah ia rasakan pada Vino, adik kandung Aksa yang ugal-ugalan dan terkenal sebagai playboy kelas kakap. Cowok menyebalkan yang sekarang sedang bersandar di tiang teras dengan tangan bersedekap. "Beneran naksir?" tanya Vino sekali lagi. Bita melotot. "Siapa bilang? Nggak jelas!" "Lebih nggak jelas elo, Ta." sembur Vino. “Mendung begini lo siram tanaman.” Bita merutuk dalam hati, meraba daun kaktus yang malang di pot plastik. "Suka-suka aku, ini namanya kasih sayang!" "Kasih sayang mata lo peyang," sahut Vino santai. Langkah kakinya mendekat, memungut selang yang tergeletak di rumput, dan menyingkirkannya. "Orang waras mana yang nyiram tanaman mendung-mendung.” "Ya suka suka aku lah?!" Bita mendengus, melengos menjauh demi menyembunyikan rona merah di pipinya. "Mau mendung atau hujan badai sekalipun, apa urusannya sama kamu?" Vino lalu membalikkan tubuh Bita agar menghadapnya. "Sejak kapan lo suka sama abang gue, Ta?" "Siapa yang suka Mas Aksa? Aku nggak suka!" Bita meledak dan langsung membuang muka. "Kalo nggak suka kenapa pipi lo merah?" Bita mengepalkan tangan, mendaratkan pukulan bertubi-tubi di lengan Vino demi mengalihkan rasa malunya, namun cowok itu bergeming, membiarkan Bita meluapkan kekesalannya. "Kamu tuli apa gimana? Dibilang nggak suka ya nggak suka!" "Masih mau ngelak?" Mata Vino menyipit jahil. "Siapa yang tadi senyum-senyum kayak orang kasmaran kalo gitu?" Bita mendorong Vino yang terus-terusan menggodanya sampai hampir-hampir tubuh itu terjungkal ke belakang. ”Yang ada kamu yang dari tadi senyum-senyum nggak jelas!" Bita heran kenapa anak-anak perempuan di kampusnya selalu heboh membicarakan Alvino Anggara Kusuma, dan berbondong-bondong ingin menjadi kekasihnya. Di mata Bita, cowok di depannya ini racun! Dan sepatutnya racun, Vino memang harus dijauhi demi selamat bukannya malah berebut mendekat. “Tahu peribahasa punuk merindukan bulan? Nah, persis kayak gitu tampang lo. Sedih, merana, kasihan," ejek Vino tanpa perasaan. Sorot mata Vino mengerling jahil, membuat bulu kuduk Bita mendadak meremang. Ada kilat berbahaya di sana yang sudah Bita hapal luar kepala. “Kamu jangan macem-macem, ya, Vin!" "Mas Aksa! INI ADA YANG—" Bita melompat, tangannya bergerak cepat membekap mulut Vino rapat-rapat. "KAMU GILA, YA?!" desisnya panik sembari menoleh takut-takut ke rumah seberang. Vino melepaskan tangan Bita dari wajahnya sambil terbahak puas. "Katanya nggak suka, kok panik?” Tidak bisa mengelak, Bita memilih bungkam. Vino mendecak pelan, merapikan rambutnya yang sedikit berantakan. "Gue nggak nyangka selera lo se-membosankan Mas Aksa." "Bagiku dia nggak membosankan," gumam Bita tidak mau Aksa diremehkan, meski oleh adiknya sendiri. "Mas Aksa pria yang nggak neko-neko, sopan, dan dewasa. Menurutku, semua itu jauh dari kata membosankan. Lebih menarik dari.. kamu." "Tapi, Ta," lanjut Vino, nadanya berubah lebih serius, membuat Bita mendongak. "Dia nggak sebaik yang lo lihat di depan orang tua kita. Di kampus, dia punya dunianya sendiri." Bita mengerutkan kening, tidak suka dengan arah pembicaraan ini. "Mas Aksa itu baik, disiplin. Nggak kayak kamu, playboy!” “Oh, he's worst. Mainnya halus. Perempuan yang ada di sekeliling dia... lo tahu sendiri tipikal mahasiswi kedokteran atau hukum yang selalu terlihat sempurna. Anggun, berkelas, wangi." Vino menjeda kalimatnya, matanya bergerak turun-naik, menilai penampilan Bita dari atas sampai bawah tanpa ekspresi. "Maksud kamu?" Bita mulai merasa tersinggung. Vino menghela napas pendek, "Lo bahkan nggak masuk ke dalam radar tipenya." Kalimat itu telak menghantam ulu hati Bita. "Bukan cuma nggak masuk kriteria, Ta. Dilirik sebagai seorang wanita dewasa aja nggak akan pernah," tambah Vino, suaranya terdengar dingin namun jujur. "Rambut dikuncir asal, setelan baju apa adanya. Lo lebih mirip adik kandungnya dibanding yang bisa diajak kencan." Bita menatap penampilannya sendiri dengan muram. Apa yang dikatakan Vino tidak sepenuhnya salah, dia memang terlihat terlalu kekanak-kanakan jika disandingkan dengan Aksa. “Emang iya?” Vino terdiam. Tatapan mengejeknya seketika lenyap begitu melihat bahu Bita yang merosot lesu. Laki-laki itu menatap Bita lekat-lekat selama beberapa detik, sebelum sorot matanya berubah, menggelap dengan intensitas yang berbeda. Bita melangkah mundur saat Vino tiba-tiba memangkas jarak di antara mereka. "K-kamu mau ngapain?" “Lo pernah pacaran gak sih, Ta?” Bita mendengus pedas, menepis kecanggungan yang mendadak merayap. "Kan kamu yang gagalin semua! Mana ada cowok yang mau sama aku kalau kamu selalu bertingkah kayak aku ini adik kamu?" "Gue?" Vino menaikkan sebelah alisnya. "Iya." Bita menyalak. "Harusnya kamu kasih aku kompensasi karena udah bikin aku jomblo." Aroma maskulin yang berat dari tubuh Vino mendominasi indra penciuman Bita, saat laki-laki itu Lagi-lagi mengikis jarak, membuatnya mendadak sulit bernapas. "Kalau gitu, mau gue ajarin, nggak?" bisik Vino. Bita mengerjap, mencoba menahan dadanya yang bergemuruh. "Ajarin apa?" “Ajarin bercinta.”Derek Price stood in the entrance of the crypt which housed the Gothic Castle on Shadow Ridge road, and for the first time since he'd arrived in Valemont, he felt something other than contempt.He felt fear.The flagstone was displaced, the opening gaping like a mouth that had swallowed his rival whole. He shone his flashlight into the darkness, saw the stairs descending into blackness, and thought of every horror movie he'd ever mocked Kelsey for watching."Kelsey?" His voice echoed, came back empty. "Kelsey, if this is some kind of prank…"No answer. Of course no answer. Her car was still parked where the road ended, driver's side door dented, glass cracked in a pattern that looked like claws. He'd found her phone in the underbrush, screen shattered, the last text visible through the damage:The dead don't sleep in Valemont.He'd tried to call the police. They'd laughed…. The Valemont PD had a file on Kelsey Jones, "that reporter who cried wolf," and they'd stopped responding to her
She found Silas in the garden.Not the transformed garden of the blood debt, but the real garden, or what passed for real in the Gothic Castle, overgrown hedges and moss-covered statues and a fountain that flowed with water too clear to be natural. He sat on a stone bench, dressed in simple black, his hair still damp from washing, the scar on his face livid in the morning light.He looked up when she approached. His eyes were silver, human, exhausted."You should be resting," he said. "The Echo Price…""I know what it took," she interrupted, sitting beside him, close enough to feel his heat, far enough to maintain the illusion of safety. "My father's face. I can't... I can't see it clearly anymore. I know I had a father. I know his name starts with…" she stopped, frustrated. "I know facts. But the feeling of him is gone. Like he died years ago instead of being alive, being worried, being someone I should remember."Silas was silent for a long moment. Then "I am sorry.""Are you?"He t
She woke in her own bed.She didn't remember walking back. Didn't remember Elira appearing, or guards carrying Silas, or anything after the gray light of dawn. But here she was, in the silk sheets, in her dress stained with blood and dirt and something else she didn't want to identify.The dagger was on her nightstand. The blood-red stone pulsed faintly, slower than her heartbeat, as if satisfied.She sat up. Her head ached. Her hand—the one that had touched Silas's muzzle—burned, and she looked at it and saw a mark: a circle of faint silver, like a brand that hadn't fully formed, centered on her palm.The Echo Price.She knew it immediately, the way you know things in dreams. The library's knowledge, bleeding through. Every time she calmed the beast, the bond deepened. Every time the bond deepened, her human life unraveled.She flexed her hand. The silver circle faded, but didn't disappear.And then she tried to remember her father's face.She could. She was sure she could. Dark hair
She'd seen him before, on the first night of the first day. But nothing could have prepared her for the this sight. This was close, immediate, the full reality of what centuries of cursed existence had made him.He was massive—eight feet at the shoulder, maybe more, his body a nightmare hybrid of wolf and man and something older. Fur black as the crypt stone, matted with blood that might have been his own. Claws that scraped sparks from the floor. And his face—his face—stretched between forms, the sharp aristocratic bones warped into a muzzle, the silver eyes human and desperate in an inhuman skull.He looked at her. She saw recognition. She saw hunger. She saw the man inside screaming against the beast's control."Silas," she whispered.The name hit him like a physical blow. He staggered, claws raking the stone, a whine escaping his throat that was almost canine, almost pleading."Silas," she said again, louder. "I know you're in there. I saw you. I saw what she did to you. I saw wha












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