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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (ELI'S POV)

Penulis: Abby Gale
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-20 00:18:32

The taste of blood and Matteo was something I had never expected to be so delicious. I wanted more of it.

Matteo’s kiss had been unexpected—burning with passion and consuming—but before I could fully process it, he pulled away, eyes gleaming with something dark. Something starving.

"Luca," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "I think our little killer needs a reward."

My breath hitched.

Luca had been silent, watching. Always watching. But now, he stepped forward with his usual slow and powerful walk.

I should have felt something—guilt, fear, hate. But I didn’t. The man I had been—the agent, the infiltrator—was slipping away.

This new version of me? He craved the fire. The pain. Everything.

Luca reached out and cupped by chin in his hand, tilting my face up to meet his gaze which was locked onto mine, unwavering.

Luca’s fingers caught my chin, tilting my face up. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering.

"You didn’t hesitate," he said, I could smell the faint whiskey on his breath which a
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