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SANTIAGODAY FIVEOne, two, three, four! And by the fifth day, the panic that surged through my being stopped begging loud. It progressed into something quiet, sharp and methodical. The kind that sits in your chest and counts seconds instead of screaming. And that was worse.I stood in the kitchen staring at Callie’s mug—the ugly chipped one she refused to throw away because “it has character.” My fingers tightened around the handle until the ce
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CHAPTER 74INCREASING FEARMATTEOI watched Santiago pace like a caged animal long after the argument burned itself out. He did that when he was trying not to explode…tight turns, clipped steps, hands opening and closing like he was measuring the distance between restraint and violence. The kitchen felt smaller with him in it, walls pressing inward, air thick with everything we weren’t saying. I leaned back against the counter and stayed still. Someone had to.“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” I said eventually.He shot me a look sharp enough to cut. “You got jokes now?”“No,” I replied evenly. “I’ve got nerves. Different thing.”Sienna had retreated to the couch, legs tucked under her, eyes unfocused. She was listening to something none of us could hear. The bond, the echoes, the static. Every few minutes her fingers twitched, like she was trying to grab a signal slipping through water.The silen
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CHAPTER 73CALLIESHAPE OF PRESSURE I learned very quickly that freedom didn’t feel the way people described it.It didn’t feel light. It didn’t feel relieving. It didn’t feel like air rushing back into my lungs after drowning. If anything, it felt sharp. Too sharp. Like stepping out of a dark room into sunlight so bright it made your eyes ache.The door opened. No knock. No warning. Just the sound of metal moving and the shift in air that told me the east wing was about to remind me who was in control. I was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to my chest, counting the cracks in the wall for the hundredth time, when Helena stepped in.She wasn’t wearing grey today. She wore white. That scared me more than Alessandro ever did.“You’re leaving the room,” she said.I stared at her. “That’s it? No conditions? No threats?”Her mouth tightened. “Briefly.” There it was. I stood slowly, legs stiff from disuse. “
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CHAPTER 72SANTIAGODAY FIVEOne, two, three, four! And by the fifth day, the panic that surged through my being stopped begging loud. It progressed into something quiet, sharp and methodical. The kind that sits in your chest and counts seconds instead of screaming. And that was worse. I stood in the kitchen staring at Callie’s mug—the ugly chipped one she refused to throw away because “it has character.” My fingers tightened around the handle until the ceramic creaked.Five days.Five fucking days and not a single word.“She’s not late anymore,” I said quietly. “She’s gone.”Sienna looked up from the table so fast her chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Don’t say that.”“I’m not being dramatic,” I snapped. “I’m being realistic.”Matteo leaned against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. He hadn’t slept. None of us had. It showed on him the most—dark shadows under his eyes, the constant
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CHAPTER 71CALLIEPRETTY CAGES ROT SLOWERPretty cages rot slower and you wouldn't even know because you're too carried away by the beauty to notice it rusting by the edges. And boy… was I in a pretty cage? I guessed, but I think by the third day, I learned the rules of the east wing. Rule number one: time didn’t move normally here. Rule number two: silence was deliberate and stretched longer. Rule number three: nothing was given without a price.The last rule was very important and it rang in my head every minute and every second I remained locked in this room. The room never changed, but I sure as hell did. The first day I counted footsteps, the second day, I stopped and by the third day, I could tell who was walking past my door just by the rhythm of their boots. Guards rotated every six hours, Helena came once a day, food arrived twice. It was always warm but lacked the warmth of kindness. They were keeping me alive, not comfortable.A lot of times, my thoughts drifted to Matt
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CHAPTER 70MARCOWHEN THE DEVIL TIGHTENS HIS GRIPThat did not just happen…The sound of her footsteps disappearing down the hallway was louder than the gunshots I’d grown up to hear, getting louder and disrupting my senses. Each step echoed like a countdown inside my skull: Five. Four. Three…. And by the time the door slammed somewhere down the east wing corridor, something inside me cracked so violently I gladly welcomed the pain.I didn't even give myself the time to think or reason about the consequences of my actions, I lunged.“MARCO.”Travis caught me hard around the chest before his voice fully registered in my brain, slamming me back before I could take more than two steps. My shoulder collided with the edge of a marble pillar and pain exploded down the arm, but it was nothing compared to the raging flame ripping through my chest.“Let me go,” I snarled, my wolf surging to the surface so fast and dangerously, my vision blurred. “Let. Me. Fucking. Go.”But Travis did everythin
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CHAPTER 69CALLIETHE EAST WINGI literally set the stove, placed the pot and diced myself into the pot to cook. How courageous ca—sorry….. How stupid can I be?I realized it late, but the first thing I realized after they dragged me away was that courage has a very short lifespan. A lifespan that's shorter than that of a mosquito. Courage burns bright when you need it to get through iron gates and into rooms where monsters sit comfortably on velvet couches. But once the door closes behind you, and the sound of the person you love voice is ripped out of reach, courage fizzles out into something quieter. Then it transforms into something shakier… something we all know as fear.The guard gripped my hand tightly, another one walking beside us as we walked down the corridor. Their presence was heavy and wordless and their boots echoing against polished marble floors that were far too clean for a place I was sure was soaked in so much blood.My instinct screamed at me to push them off me
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