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The Last Dinner II
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2026-07-07 02:53:36
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A Prey For My Enemy The Last Dinner II
Across from me, Aunt Sofia made a quiet sound. She reached over and adjusted Uncle Mikhail’s tie without asking. He gently moved her hand away. She adjusted it again anyway.He gave up with a small huff.Their marriage fascinated me in a morbid sort of way. It had survived twenty-three years despite neither of them appearing to enjoy the other very much. “You’re breathing on my collar,” Aunt Sofia murmured, not looking up from her peas.“I’m sitting beside you,” Uncle Mikhail replied. “Where would you like me to put my breath?”“Anywhere but on my shoulder.” She turned to glare at her husband.Mother cleared her throat. “The lamb is lovely tonight, don’t you think? The rosemary—”“The rosemary is fine,” Aunt Sofia said. “It’s the company that’s overcooked.” Yes, my books usually skip straight to the passion or the tragedy. They never lingered on the quiet endurance or the way two people could coexist in the same space without truly touching.Father continued cutting his lamb with sh
A Prey For My Enemy Someone Who Mattered
The first time Papa let me into his study alone, I was nine.I wasn’t supposed to touch anything.Naturally, I touched everything.His fountain pens. The heavy globe in the corner. The tiny brass horse on the bookshelf. Then I found the wolf tucked into the back of a hidden drawer beneath the bookshelf.It sat all by itself. Small. Crooked. Ugly. Perfect.I picked it up immediately. "Can I keep it?"Papa looked up from his papers. For a long time, he just watched me holding it in my small hands. Then... he smiled. Not politely. Not absentmindedly. The kind of smile that made him look years younger."I was wondering how long it would take you to steal it."Mama walked in just then, taking one look at us. "Honestly, Viktor," she sighed dramatically. "Of all the beautiful things in this room, she chooses the ugly wolf.""Exactly." Papa never looked away from me as he said it. He reached over and gently straightened one of its crooked ears. "There's only one like it."I frowned, tracing t
A Prey For My Enemy Nostalgia
Chapter 7: NostalgiaI reached out and touched the sleeve. The fabric was incredibly soft, smelling faintly of fresh detergent and absolutely nothing else. No perfume. No trace of home. No trace of my mother. No trace of anyone.That hurt most of all.My fingers clenched around the wool. Mama's hands flashed across my mind—not that she had ever done our laundry, but she used to fold my messy heaps of clothes left around my bedroom just in defiance of the maids. My knees completely buckled under the weight of the memory. I sank to the floor right there, hiding my face in the hanging cardigan.They were gone. Mama and Papa. The whole dining table. The blood on the white cloth. The heavy fork still in my hand when the door opened. I breathed in the clean detergent, tasting nothing that belonged to my old life, and let the tears come. It was a quiet, steady leaking that soaked straight into the wool. I hated how warm it felt. I hated how much I wanted to keep holding it even though it cam
A Prey For My Enemy The Moving Coffin
Inhale for four. Hold for four. Exhale for four.One. Two. Three...I remembered some stupid self-help book about anxiety I'd skimmed through once. I got all the way to forty-three before I wanted to laugh hysterically."What a joke," I whispered. Then, louder, my voice steadier than I felt, "What a fucking joke. Do you do breathing exercises before you shoot people, Kain? Or does it just come naturally?"I stared at the back of his head. I kept waiting for him to open the door and do something worse than he did to my parents, but he just sat there, his hands resting perfectly on the steering wheel.“Why didn’t you kill me?” The words didn't even sound like mine. “You killed them all. Why am I still here? Why am I in this car, you murderer?!”His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror again.This time, there was no shadow of guilt. Just a cold, blank look. Like I wasn't even a person to him. Just a piece of luggage he had to deliver.His silence was suffocating me.Needing to break it,
A Prey For My Enemy Danger Zone
Kain doesn’t wait for me to answer. He hooks his fingers into the collar of my sweater and drags me backward into the master bedroom just as another volley of automatic fire punches a neat line of holes through the drywall we were leaning against. White plaster dust blasts into the air, thick as winter fog, clogging my throat and making my eyes sting.The back window of the bedroom is already smashed. One of Kain’s scouts must have kicked it out from the outside before the shooting started. Cold, wet mountain air drags through the room, lifting the curtains like ghosts.“Go,” Kain grunts, slamming his back against the bedroom doorframe to give me cover. He fires three blind shots down the hallway. Boom. Boom. Boom. The percussion hits my teeth. “Don’t look down, Tatiana. Just drop.”I scramble over the sill, the broken glass biting into the palms of my hands, but I don't feel the pain. Adrenaline is a chemical engine screaming in my ears. I slide over the wet siding of the roof, hit t
A Prey For My Enemy Turning Point
The electronic click of the house lock dropping code hits my brain before my eyes even snap open.The room is pitch-black. The low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen has vanished, the digital clock on the nightstand is dead, and the house has gone totally, chillingly cold.Kain is already up. He didn't just wake; he materialized out of the sheets like a ghost. His massive hand is clamped flat over my mouth, the skin smelling of sweat and iron, his weight pinning me down to the mattress so I don't make a single sound. His heart is hitting his chest like a sledgehammer, but his body is completely frozen.“They’re inside the wire,” he whispers right into my ear canal, his breath freezing my skin. “Elias sold us out. Dmitri just pinged me before the jammer hit. The house is surrounded.”I don't scream. I don't even blink. I just nod against his palm until he releases my face. My jaw is shaking so hard my teeth click together, the sound amplified by the dead, suffocating silence in the
A Prey For My Enemy The Devil You Chose
_Tatiana_The drive stretched on for nearly an hour, each mile carved out of heavy silence.Julian gripped the wheel with steady hands, eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, watching the world blur past in streak
A Prey For My Enemy Silent Threat
TATIANA The words blurred on the page.I kept reading only because I was too tired to stop, my voice running on autopilot while my eyes tracked sentences I wasn't actually processing. In the book, the detective was entering a warehouse now. The irony tasted bitter in my mouth. I droned through the
A Prey For My Enemy Read To Me
The room was pitch black, save for the faint amber glow of the nightlight by the bathroom. I lay curled on my side in bed, my hair tangled and spread across the pillows, the heavy duvet having slipped down to my waist.He walked to the edge of the mattress and stood over me like a shadow."Get up,"
A Prey For My Enemy Blood on the Tablecloth
-TATIANA-I watched my family die between bites of rosemary lamb, and the worst part was how ordinary it felt.Dad had just raised his glass, to give a toast to loyalty, bloodlines, keeping the family strong when the first shot rang through the dining room.Next, a wet slap of blood hit the tableclo
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