LOGIN~SARA~My eyelids flutter open. My head rings. I blink, trying to clear the blur and the faint, indistinct figures of people moving comes in view.I hear murmurs. Soft giggles. The swish of clothing. Women? “You’re awake!” A voice squeals, snapping me to reality. A woman’s face leans in, her hands busy in my hair, and I feel something cold touch my scalp. “Wha—?” I croak, blinking rapidly.She laughs. “Relax, relax. You look fine!”I sit up with a jolt, but the quick movement makes my head spin.“What the hell are you doing to me?” I barely whisper, rubbing a hand around my temple. “ Are you trying to smother me? Did Alex send you?”The woman laughs again as she steps back from me. “Well, if applying makeup and styling your hair is considered killing, then maybe you should be scared.”I blink in confusion, still not sure what’s happening.I force myself to focus on the mirror in front of me. The reflection that stares back is...me, but not quite. I’m in a bright red dress, tight to
~SARA~“So wait.” Sandra raises a brow, her voice loud over the hum of the bus as it drives us down the road. “You’ve been getting threats from some stalker about that night, and I’m just finding out NOW?!”I pout. “Well, Mira and Jason only just found out recently.”Mira gives me a look that bombardes questions. I look away from her sharply. "I was the one he contacted."Sandra scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You were the one he contacted, and the first people you let in on the loop are Mira and Jason? Seriously, Sara? Mira and Jason? The two people who used and dumped you like yesterday’s trash?!”Jason raises his hand, cutting in.“Whoa, whoa, easy there, Sandra! None of us need to go down memory lane.”Sandra’s glares him daggers. “Well, we all need to go down that path since some people”—she shoots the glares at me—“seem to have developed amnesia.”I sigh. “I wasn’t thinking straight, Sandra. And it didn’t help that you were so busy at the office.”Sandra huffs, crossing her arms. "Th
~SARA~I yank open my wardrobe and grab the first thing I see.A dress.I crumple it in my fist like it’s Alex’s stupid, smug face and shove it violently into my luggage.“Unbelievable,” I fume under my breath, pacing back and forth between the wardrobe and the bed. “Absolutely unbelievable.”Another blouse. Toss.A pair of jeans. Toss!I slam the drawer shut harder than necessary. “MaryJane can come too. Of course she can. Why not? Why not invite the whole damn city while you’re at it?”I drag my suitcase closer and kneel, pressing the clothes down with unnecessary force.One night. One fucking night with her.My jaw tightens.“So that’s what it is now?” I shove another shirt in. “You bark threats, sleep around, and expect everyone to just… fall in line?”I stand abruptly and pace again, dragging my hand through my hair.“And that stupid smirk—God, I should’ve—”I stop myself, exhaling sharply.Because the truth is…It’s not just anger burning in my chest.It’s something darkerSomet
~SARA~Redheads?He has a thing for redheads?Yeah right, like I care.I take in a deep breath and exhale sharply, straightening as I stand in front of the mirror, peering into it.If the dumbo thinks that he can throw threats around and upset me with some redhead? Well, he is in for a surprise...Just then, a soft knock comes on my door."What is it, now?" I groan, walking towards it. I reach the door in three strides and pull it open.Benita.She looks...terrible.Her eyes are reddish, swollen with heavy bags beneath them like she hasn’t slept in days. Her shoulders slump, and she barely acknowledges me before pushing past sluggishly into the room.I blink, closing the door behind me, then turn just in time to see her collapse onto my bed.“Benita…?” I step closer. “What’s wrong with you?”She groans and drags a hand over her face. “MaryJane sent me to the cold room… to sort ingredients. Fresh from spoiled.”I frown. “That witch?"“Yes, that witch." She drawls. "I’ve been there all
~SARA~For a moment, the room reigns in silence. My chest rises and falls too fast, like I’ve just outrun something. My fingers twitch at my sides, nails biting into my palms as if I need the pain to stay grounded.I know this feeling.The same cold, merciless instinct that took over ten years ago. The same one that made me choose survival over everything else.Over innocence.Over humanity.Over... Doing the right time.I look across across the room, slowly looking at everyone's faces. Mira stands wide-eyed, pale, her lips parted like she wants to speak but doesn’t dare.MaryJane tries to look composed but she avoids my eyes when it lands to her.The maids avoids my eyes entirely, shifting away from me like I had just transformed into something dangerous.Good.Let them feel it. Let them know that I can be twice as deadly as their master.I turn my gaze and glare at him.He barely flinches. He stands, one hand tucked casually into his pocket, but there’s nothing casual about the w
~SARA~We drive down the street in silence, my temple pressed against the cold glass as I stare out the window.The streetlights blur as we speed past, but I barely notice them.My mind is fixed on something else...On Alex.The look in his eyes.The dark, violent rage that radiated from them.Like he was ready to snap me in half without hesitation.Like the gap between chaos and control was nothing but a thin, blurry line and he was ready to cross it at any second.He was willing to go this far without knowing the whole story. If he eventually finds out the truth—which is only a matter of time...My throat tightens.He would end us. Feed us to the dogs and not bat an eye while doing it.A lump forms in my throat, and I clutch my hands together in my lap to keep them from shaking.“So what do we do now?” Mira asks, her eyes locked on the road as she steers.I exhale sharply. “I… don’t know.”She tightens her grip on the steering wheel and seethes through clenched teeth. “Sara, listen
~ALEX~36 Hours Till Anniversary…____Thirty-six hours till the anniversary.That's all I have.That's all Sara has.Our helicopter hovers above the thick, dense trees masking the island below—the Night Shifters’ base.Jake and I sit at the back of the helicopter, the pilot up front, with headsets
~ALEX~“All right,” the nurse says, snapping off her gloves as she steps back from the bed. “You’re all stitched up.”I groan and I pick my shirt— still blood stained, slipping it on."You're lucky," she continues, putting back the stitching tools in the metal tray, "The bullet didn't hit any vital
13 Hours Till Anniversary...~ALEX~We are stationed a few kilometers away from Khlan’s hideout.I stand near the edge of the temporary camp, eyes fixed on the dark outline of the hills ahead. Somewhere beyond them, Khlan is breathing. Walking. Doing to Sara things I can't even bring myself to thin
~SARA~I watch as the woman pull the fabric from the bed and step closer. Her hands are gentle but firm as she guides me into it, sliding the fabric over my shoulders. The night dress feels cool against my skin, but it does nothing to calm the heat rising in my chest.Khlan— after our 'conversation







