LOGINI feel his breath on my face, his ragged breathing caressing my soul.“Sam… I… I love you so much…” I whisper, barely closing my drowsy eyes, as warm fingers brush through my hair.Just a few hours away from falling asleep, Sam’s unbearable alarm rips me from bed.“Time to wake up. Finally. We’re going to Black. We have to get inside, Estela, so I’m sorry, but you’ll have to pretend to be an intern. I already made some calls, there won’t be any problems…”“What?” I ask, my brain still reprogramming itself for the day after only a few hours of sleep.I get up, rubbing my eyes, and a cold shower revives me.I get ready as best I can, and we leave.On the way, Sam gives me an extra-strong coffee and rambles a bit.“Find Drake, try to get information from him. Logan is very dangerous; Mónica is at risk,” he insists, making me even more anxious. I have to sneak into a university undercover.When Sam parks, the student atmosphere brings a wave of nostalgia: kids on campus, music in the dist
He bids me farewell with a light brush of his lips, and I’m left alone.I run my hands over my arms, trying to chase away the raw cold of midnight. It’s like a ghost hospital; the hallway remains deserted, not a soul in sight.Once again, I hear those uneven footsteps, making my heart clench.From the edge of the hallway, a young man approaches. He’s tall and solidly built, wearing a nurse intern coat. His messy brown hair falls over his forehead, and he carries something in his hands.“Good evening!” he greets clumsily, taking a few seconds to follow my body with his gaze before reacting.His eyes are cold, calculating, fading behind intense black irises like the night itself.“I’m Drake… I have to… check on the patient,” he says, clearing his throat while glancing at his medical clipboard.His tone feels slightly staged, as if he’s performing a role in a movie, but I attribute his awkwardness to obvious inexperience, so I nod.The boy gives me a slightly mischievous look again. I bl
I turn around, embarrassed, hoping my words would just disappear from my lips.“I’ll serve it,” I offer immediately, my doubts thankfully too weak to raise suspicion.I stumble almost blindly toward the kitchen, dizziness making the room spin around me.I pull out a ham, blurry in the low light, tear off the plastic clumsily, and cut it into tiny squares. I find a strange little dressing in a small bottle with a label I can’t make out. I shrug and practically pour it all over the ham.“Here you go,” I announce, holding the tray, the delicious aroma spreading through the living room.I take two, three, maybe four little pieces of ham and pop them into my mouth as we continue drinking.Suddenly, I feel a disgusting nausea crawling from my mouth down to my stomach.It smells like fish—I hate fish—but everything is so confusing I can’t distinguish the smells from the flavors at this hour.When the clock strikes eleven, the familiar heat that had been crawling through my stomach now spread
“You know that even though he’s my brother, he’s always after you,” he looks me in the eyes, lost in them, his voice soft and velvety.“I… I know, Sam…” I respond nervously, pale, immersed in his full lips and his skin scented with Chanel No. 5.I return to the living room, very still, thinking about how his hard member brushed against my stomach while warning me about Mark.Sam follows behind me, and I feel his gaze wrapping around my back, almost able to smell his breath in and out.“They’re back, great!… Let’s play something,” Mark invites us, sitting cross-legged on the floor, back against the chair, pulling something out of his bag.Goosebumps rise on my skin at his invitation, reminding me of my first day here, in this apartment.“What do you want to play, Mark?… It’s almost midnight…” Sam growls, arms crossed.“There’s still time, it’s 9 o’clock. Besides, what else are we going to do?” he explains, checking his wristwatch while arranging pieces on a cardboard board.Sam lowers
I hesitate for a moment, taking my time to notice every corner of her skin—so sweet, so soft, so enticing.I swallow hard once more and clumsily place my phone on the small table holding the fine porcelain vase.Sam walks toward the room, and I follow obediently, my mouth watering, an uncontrollable heat running from my throat down to my abdomen.When he opens the door, he invites me to sit on the edge of the bed, where he’s already resting with his legs open, his member exposed.I don’t complain or speak; I close the door behind me and settle beside him.“I’ve always been broken, with no way out. You came into my life to fix me,” he whispers, barely audible, caressing my face.“Me?… What?” I stammer innocently, letting myself get carried away by his delicate touches and intoxicating words.“I’m not bad. I just lost my father too quickly. I don’t kill for pleasure. I’ve never hurt anyone,” he explains.His words wrap around my soul with subtle, imperceptible touches. My mind relaxes c
I swallow my pride for a few seconds and shrug.“Let’s go!” I invite, my voice calm yet carrying a hint of concern, lacking forgiveness.I grab my bag, and we head toward the parking lot.Sam walks in silence, his gaze fixed ahead, jaw tense. I know he’s angry, nervous, maybe hurt by my words.“You know, Estela… Logan used to torture members of my pack in front of everyone. It was a massacre, and everyone participated. He killed mothers in front of their children, children in front of their mothers. Do you think he deserves mercy?” he breaks the silence, his tone harsh and unpleasant.“No… I didn’t know. I just… I don’t like people dying or being attacked,” I murmur, barely looking at the rearview mirror.“So, should I praise him for that and forgive him?” he asks, softening slightly.“No, I… I don’t know… leave me alone!”Sam slams the car into gear, then stops in front of an ice cream shop. Without speaking, he gets out and walks. I follow like a fool, not even knowing where Mónica
“I… what is all this, Sam? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?” I mutter while fixing the bed.“Wait, Tela… trust me… I—”“Trust you? Seriously? I hear you telling that other woman that all of this is just fun for you, then you come back, give me a dress… take it off me… and the best part! You
"Estela! ... Estela, please, react."Some distant words make me open my eyes. I'm extremely nervous and my heart is beating way too fast."What happened? ... How do you feel?" Sam yells above my face."Sam! ... Sam... at the meeting in Ohio... I-I-I saw us opening a door with the number 23, and it
I feel like prey about to be devoured. Even from a distance, I can sense him-following me, hunting me-his hands just waiting to end my life as if nothing else mattered.I lean back against the trunk of a tree, hoping for something- a sign, an escape, a solution. I lift my gaze, and all I see are th
"G-good afternoon, I...," I stutter like an idiot, intimidated by her black briefcase."Sam, did you bring the documents?" she asks, turning sharply toward him.Sam nods, hurries to the table, and indeed brings the folder. Apparently he had been making those mysterious calls, and I have no idea whe







