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CHAPTER 11

Author: PUREBLISS
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RON

Only Zlliot Lukeson could make me bleed and leave me wanting more.

Pain rings in my head like a goddamn cathedral bell, and I have that forensic-accountant-turned-wraith to thank for it. It takes me longer than I want to admit to get up off the wet pavement of the Little Italy alley. That headbutt was borderline fatal.

I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.

He’s long gone. Nowhere in sight. As soon as I collapsed, he smartly took it as his cue to get the hell out of here. It doesn't take a genius to tell how worn down he was toward the end, thoug
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  • His Enemy, His Obsession   CHAPTER 11

    RONOnly Zlliot Lukeson could make me bleed and leave me wanting more.Pain rings in my head like a goddamn cathedral bell, and I have that forensic-accountant-turned-wraith to thank for it. It takes me longer than I want to admit to get up off the wet pavement of the Little Italy alley. That headbutt was borderline fatal.I sit up with a groan, running fingers over my scalp to assess the damage. It feels like my fucking skull has been cracked open and then pricked by thousands of tiny, razor-sharp needles. Zli had no idea what he was doing and how dangerous it was to hit me in the head like that. He doesn't know about the chronic migraines that have plagued me since childhood—the physical manifestation of my mother’s suffocating shadow. But his ignorance doesn't make the strike any less deadly.He’s long gone. Nowhere in sight. As soon as I collapsed, he smartly took it as his cue to get the hell out of here. It doesn't take a genius to tell how worn down he was toward the end, thoug

  • His Enemy, His Obsession   CHAPTER 10

    ZLLIOTAll I can think about is the scalding hot shower waiting for me in the Brooklyn brownstone. The water will feel so good as it washes away the blood, the soot of the Little Italy back alleys, and the lingering grime of the city.…and the ghost of Ron’s mouth on mine.My bed seems like a distant paradise with its high-thread-count sheets and cooling pillows. I’ll throw myself down and won't move until the sun is high over the East River—The hand that grabs me comes out of nowhere, dragging me sideways into the mouth of a damp side alley just blocks from the subway entrance. It happens so suddenly, so aggressively, that my fatigued mind can’t bridge the gap to my reflexes.I’m sent tumbling down onto the grimy pavement. My ribs, already screaming from the grapple with Ron on the rooftop, absorb the impact with a sickening jar.A second passes before I can process the threat. When I finally manage to focus, there’s a man standing over me. He’s huge, built like a brick wall, his kn

  • His Enemy, His Obsession   CHAPTER 9

    Phoebe’s arms clamp around me like a vice, nearly squeezing the air out of my lungs. I stiffen out of instinct. Public affection has never been my thing—and Phoebe knows that—but she’s always been a softie when we’re about to head out on another high-stakes operation.“Dammit, Clarke,” I groan as my ribs scream in protest. I’m still tender from my desperate grapple with Ron at Club Ombra the other night. “Are you trying to hug me or put me in the hospital? I need to be able to breathe to decrypt the Dragons' servers.”“Just checking if anything’s broken,” she teases, releasing me. Her eyes, sharp and analytical, scan my face. “And maybe reminding you that you’re a forensic accountant, Zli, not a field assassin. You’re not made of steel, even if you act like it.”“Or maybe you act like you’re made of cotton candy. Toughen up.” I smack my palm to her shoulder, my version of revenge for her viselike bear hug.She pounds her own chest with a grin. “Oh please, me? I’m the one who pulls the

  • His Enemy, His Obsession   CHAPTER 8

    RONThe scent of cherry air freshener is a lie. It’s a cheap, chemical shroud meant to hide the stench of the Parliament cigarettes my father burns through like they’re the only thing keeping his heart beating. Outside, New York City is drowning. The rain hammers against the roof of the black sedan, a rhythmic, violent drumming that matches the pulse behind my eyes."Traitors," my father snarls.He doesn't use the word baeshinja anymore—he’s traded the old tongue for the sharp, jagged edges of American English, but the venom is the same. He slams the driver’s side door so hard the glass in the window rattles. I’m ten years old, tucked into the passenger seat of this leather-lined cage, and I’m trying very hard to disappear into the upholstery."Tess," he spits, his knuckles white as bone against the steering wheel. "Your mother... she thinks she can cut the Castellanos out. She thinks she can move the money without me."I don't dare speak. I’m only here because my mother, Theresa Nali

  • His Enemy, His Obsession   CHAPTER 7

    “Bruises,” he repeats, cutting me a suspicious sidelong glance as we stand in the narrow, wood-paneled elevator of our Brooklyn brownstone. “What bruises, Zli?”I press the ground-floor button and stare at the digitized numbers as they climb. “Not sure. I think your girlfriend is seeing things.”“Phoebe doesn’t just ‘see things.’ She’s a forensic analyst. She sees details,” Callum counters.“Then she’s seeing a shadow. It’s unnecessary.”The elevator doors hiss open, and I step out into the lobby, once again ignoring the pointed look Callum gives me. He falls into a dissatisfied silence for the rest of the walk. The Brooklyn air is crisp, carrying the scent of salt from the East River and the distant, metallic roar of the city.Any attempt to censor himself ends by the time we’re two blocks over, heading toward the subway entrance.“You fought one of them, didn’t you?” he accuses, his voice low but sharp.“Keep your voice down. We’re supposed to be invisible, remember?” I mutter back,

  • His Enemy, His Obsession   CHAPTER 6

    RONI change my mind at the last possible second, my instincts screaming louder than the rhythmic throb in my skull. I dash after the dangerous predator who just tried to gut me in my own sanctuary. I bolt into the hallway of the Bellgrave Hotel, barefoot and bleeding, still half-hard from the friction of a ghost I haven't quite exorcised.The heavy mahogany door slams shut behind me with a mechanical click. Locked."Fuck," I hiss, the word vibrating through my teeth.I don't stop. I tear down the corridor, my heels slapping against the plush carpet. I’m dodging room service carts and terrifying a few early-morning staff members as I follow the phantom echo of his frantic footsteps. My wound protests with every stride—a white-hot, burning ache in my side where Zlliot—"Mike"—tried to open me up like a ledger.Adrenaline is a beautiful, deceptive drug; it drowns out the scream of my nerves and makes it easy to focus on the sway of his silhouette disappearing around the corner."Zli!" I

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