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CHAPTER NINETY SIX
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2026-09-25 15:00:38
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HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO
Victor's POV For one night, I let myself pretend the world outside our room didn't exist. Arielle curled against my chest, her hand resting where the baby had finally quieted for once, both of us still in a way that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with just needing an hour that belonged only to us. "Tell me something normal," she said. "Not the war. Not Augustin. Something small." "I used to hate mornings before you moved in next door." "That's not normal, that's tragic." "You asked for small. I gave you small." I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing her in like it might anchor me to this exact minute instead of every minute still waiting outside that door. "Now I like them. Mornings, I mean. Even the ones that start with somebody trying to kill us." "Especially those, from the way you smile through them." "I smile because you're still here to complain about it with me." She laughed quietly, and for a while neither of us said anything else that needed words,
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE
Arielle's POV Alaric slept through the rest of the night and until mid-morning the following day. Clara only allowed the others close enough to feel his pulse, and when he finally woke, still delicate and shaken, Victor had already left with the border patrol, which Michael had insisted on doubling after everything my father-in-law had warned us about. Victor returned with blood on his knuckles and a message he'd no doubt been wishing he didn't have to share. "Say it again," Michael said. "Exactly how he said it." "'The Founder sends his regards to his granddaughter.'" Victor's hands hadn't stopped flexing since he walked in, like he was still fighting the urge to hit something. "Then he bit down on whatever he had tucked in his cheek before any of us could stop him. Dead before he hit the ground. No hesitation. No fear, either, which is the part I can't stop thinking about." "They wanted the message delivered," I said. "That's the whole point of sending someone who'd rather di
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
Victor's POV Harrison's confession was still ringing in my ears when my father hit the floor of the council hall. "Alaric!" I got to him before Michael did, rolling him onto his back, his skin gone gray and clammy, his eyes rolled halfway to white. His whole body had started shaking, small tremors running under the skin like something underneath him was trying to get out. "What's happening to him?" "I don't know." I pressed two fingers to his throat, his pulse hammering fast and thin. "Somebody get Clara. Now." Gideon was already gone, out the door before I finished the sentence, faster than I'd seen him move since the night we found Renner's cabin. "Talk to me, old man." I patted my father's cheek, hard enough to sting, trying anything to pull him back toward the surface. "You don't get to fall over on me now. I only just got you back." Nothing. His chest kept rising and falling too fast, his hands twitching against the stone floor like he was fighting something only he could
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER NINETY NINE
Arielle's POV Victor came back from the extraction with empty hands and a folder that made everything worse. "She wasn't there." He set the folder down on the council table hard enough that Gideon flinched beside me. "She was moved twelve hours before we hit the building. Somebody knew we were coming." "Or somebody's just careful," Michael said. "Nobody's that careful by accident, Michael. Not somebody who leaves the lights on and half a pot of coffee still warm." Gideon, still nursing a scraped knuckle from the raid, raised his hand like he was back in one of Clara's medical lectures. "For the record, I called it. I said the second we found a coffee maker still running, this wasn't going to be a clean night." "You called it after we were already inside," Victor said. "I called it in spirit. That should count for something." "It counts for nothing." But some of the grim line of Victor's mouth eased for half a second before it hardened right back up. Victor flipped the folder
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT
Victor's POV Clara's notes covered nearly every surface of the room by the time she finished laying them out, names and dates and half-confirmed rumors about Architect movements stretching back years. None of it gave us a location. All of it made clear how carefully Augustin had been building toward this for longer than any of us wanted to admit. "This is everything," Clara said. "Everything I know, everything Gideon's told me. It's not much." "It's more than we had an hour ago." Arielle sat curled on the bed, watching the two of us work with an intensity that made it clear sleep wasn't coming back tonight, not for either of us. Every few minutes her hand drifted to her stomach, checking, like the glow might return the second she stopped paying attention. "You should rest," I told her. "I'm not resting while you two are down here deciding how fast we're all about to die." "Nobody's deciding that." "Aren't you? That's what this is, Victor. Weeks, Clara said. Maybe less. I don't
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN
Victor's POV I moved Arielle into the deepest room in Bloodclaw before either of us had time to process what we'd just found, a windowless chamber near the heart of the compound, warded three layers deep by every ward-crafter Michael could pull out of bed at that hour. "This is excessive," Arielle said, though she didn't sound like she meant it, watching from the doorway as the last of the ward-crafters finished their work and left. "Nothing about tonight has been excessive enough yet." I bolted the door myself and checked it twice, needing to feel it under my own hands. "You're not leaving this room without me until I understand who planted that charm and how long they've been listening." "Someone was in our home, Victor. Listening to everything. For who knows how long." "I know." "That's not something either of us gets to just set aside." "I know. I'm not asking you to forget it happened. I'm asking you to let this room be the one place tonight where it can't reach us." "Can
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER TWO
Arielle's POVThe guy had a phone pressed to his ear but I didn't hear what he was saying. I just didn't care. I was too focused on his piercing blue eyes and his biceps standing out through the shirt he wore. He had that look that could make even the toughest pussy drip. I even had to squeeze my t
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER ONE
Arielle's POV"I'm taking the pink hoodie too."The sales receptionist, a slim young lady, smiled and stretched out her hand. "Let me take your card."She swiped it and waited, then swiped it again."This isn't working." She kept her voice professionally flat. "You can pay with another card.""That
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER SIX
Arielle’s POVThe iron gates groaned open as the car rolled up the long driveway, and the mansion came into view the same way it always did. It looked too large, too quiet, too full of things that didn’t move. Every topiary trimmed to the same perfect angle. Every window was gleaming. Nothing was
HOTTIE NEXT DOOR CHAPTER FIVE
Arielle's POVWhen I woke up, Victor wasn't on the bed.I got up slowly, still feeling the ache in my lower abdomen from last night. I hadn't showered after, I still smelled like Victor’s strong cologne and sex.Memories from last night rushed through my head, fuck! I had to admit that Victor did t
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