War smirks. "Smart choice."The rep dials and puts it on speaker.Two rings.Then a voice cuts through the air—smooth, cold, and unmistakably Silas.One I've heard in my nightmares over and over again."I assume you're calling because you've got her."The rep clears his throat. "Sir, there's been...
And they really don't give a fuck. I tilt my head up.I can't see him.But I feel him.His gaze. His fury.It scorches across my skin like fire through dry brush.I stare into the dark—right where I know he's watching—hoping he sees it.Hoping they all see it.No fear. No hesitation.Just trust.In
It's the kind of twisted voyeurism that would end with all of them staking their claim the second War pulls out. Fuckkk. I roll my hips into him—needy, reckless, aching for more. His breath stutters.I can't see his face, but I love that I can hear how much I affect him. How much he probably wan
AlyssaOnly a mile or so out from the rendezvous point, War veers off the road and kills the headlights.The world disappears into black.No streetlights. No houses. Just the restless hush of wind in the trees and the low tick of the engine cooling. He doesn't say a word.Simply jerks his chin towa
MasonThe old lumber mill is rotted to shit—rusted metal bones and splintered timber swallowed by pine, the kind of place that still stinks of blood even if you can't see it. Fitting. I'm holed up in the foreman's office, or what's left of it—three walls, half a roof, and enough cover to run surve
I crawl low and fast to the kitchen drawers, yanking open the one I remember King loaded the night we arrived. There it is.A pistol.Black. Heavy. Ready.My hand closes around it without hesitation."You guys take the ones in back, okay?" I whisper-yell, already moving into position.Luther's head
AlyssaMy skin prickles the second I wake up.They're gone. I know it without even opening my eyes.The house is too quiet—the kind of quiet that doesn't settle so much as it waits. The sheets beside me are cold, like they've been empty for hours.Like King waited for me to fall asleep... and then s
My ring.Three stones—one to represent each of us.Every time I see it sitting proudly on her hand, it hits me like a shot of adrenaline to the chest. This beautiful, perfect woman is going to be my wife.Finally.Her voice cracks near the end, but she doesn't stop—she keeps going like the song mean
King"That wasn't so bad, was it, kitten?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as we watch the shitty-ass van rattle down the driveway and disappear into the trees. Mason insisted on going with Niko again to drop off his parents—my official in-laws now. I smirk. Every time Carol so