MasukSam’s POV..My eyes were bloodshot, my hands clenched into fists, and my breathing unsteady as the women behind me walked me down the hall.Next to my side…Her.Anger, betrayal, and a deep amount of sadness flowed through my veins. My body was here, but my mind…My mind replayed the last hour over and over again.Her words.His words.The embrace.I was about to go mad with how much his words kept replaying in my head.*An hour ago.*I walked to the door and peeked through. My eyes met the stern faces of the men walking by, and I quickly pulled back, hiding behind the door and waiting for their footsteps to pass.When I slowly peeked out again, the hall was finally empty.I slipped out, moving extra slowly to keep the large amounts of jewelry around my neck and wrists from making a sound. I tiptoed down the hall, my heart beating hard in my chest.I needed to tell Rose.Tell her she couldn’t get too comfortable. That, at the end of the day, he was a vampire. That I wasn’t stupid en
Sam’s POV..I sat in the comfy chair facing the windows, my sweaty hands intertwined as I fumbled with them. I chewed on my lips, taking one breath after another.It was getting cold. Winter was coming.I was always excited about winter. Dad had always loved the snow, no matter how many times he’d seen it. He always said he could never “get enough” of it.A small smile came to my lips as their faces flashed through my mind. Her worried face the last time I’d seen her, and his shocked one.The moment replayed over and over as the thought dawned on me.It could be the last time I ever saw them. The last hugs I ever gave them. The last food she ever served me…The image of a letter reaching them, telling them of my demise, played clearly in my head.Maybe Nicholas would send someone to tell them instead. Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d never do anything at all, and they’d spend the rest of their lives wondering what had happened to their son.I swallowed, my throat feeling as though i
Patrick’s POV . . I stared at the moon, listening to the sound of crickets, animals, and every other thing that roamed the forest. My eyes picked out the mosquitoes, ants, and insects going about their lives. It would have been a great midnight if I had actually been paying attention to them instead of replaying everything that had happened in the last few hours. My mind was filled with Father Gabriel. My thoughts were occupied with Sam. And my mind was swallowed by Cassian. His words kept replaying over and over in my head, making absolutely no sense. Kill Sam? Kill my friend? For a war he knew nothing about? For a war that wasn't his, nor mine? Anger and rage boiled inside me. “Loyalty.” He kept throwing that word around like I owed him any of it. Like I had asked to be his mate. Like it was my fault any of this had happened. Like I wasn't the one who had been dragged into this mess in the first place! I looked down at my thighs, my shorts raised slightl
Sam’s POV..I couldn't stop thinking about my conversation with Rose.I knew I barely knew her, and perhaps growing up in a wealthy household had made her a little spoiled, but I didn't expect her to be so... comfortable with everything.Being kidnapped was apparently a dream come true. Finding out vampires existed was exciting. Getting married to Nicholas was something she seemed more than happy about.And the possibility of me dying?She'd spoken about it like it was an unfortunate inconvenience.I couldn't understand that part.Didn't she care?Even if she wanted Nicholas, how could she be so comfortable with the possibility of her own twin brother dying?And then there was Nicholas.God, I hated how much I'd been thinking about him.The image of him with Rose kept appearing in my head. I imagined her calling him her husband, him touching her the way he'd touched me, and every time I did, something unpleasant twisted inside my stomach.It was ridiculous.I was the one who had spe
Sam’s POV..The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I wasn't alone.Two familiar faces were hovering above me, their eyes fixed on mine with the kind of excitement that immediately made me suspicious.Marah and Sarah.Both of them smiled.Not just smiled. They looked ridiculously proud of themselves, like they'd just witnessed something worth celebrating.I blinked, staring at them for a few seconds before slowly sitting up."Good morning, mi corazón!"Marah sang, clapping her hands together."Did you sleep well?"Sarah asked, her smile widening.I looked between them."Why are you both looking at me like that?"They exchanged a glance.Then they giggled.Oh, God."What?""Nothing!"Marah answered quickly, placing a hand over her mouth."Absolutely nothing."Sarah nodded, looking equally unconvincing."We were just saying how lovely it is to see you awake."I narrowed my eyes."Okay...""And how happy we are that you and our Lord are finally getting along."She said
Patrick’s POV..I stared at the strange knife in his hand, my eyes moving from its curved blade to the intricate carvings running along its surface. There was something unsettling about it, something ancient that made me reluctant to even touch it.“What kind of oath?”I asked, looking up at him.Cassian turned the knife slightly, watching the light reflect against its surface before finally looking back at me.“You will kill Sam.”For a moment, I genuinely thought I'd heard him wrong.I blinked, staring at him.“What?”“You heard me.”I waited, searching his face for some indication that he was joking. I expected that ridiculous smile of his, the one that usually appeared whenever he was trying to get a reaction out of me.But it never came.He wasn't smiling.He was serious.My lips parted slightly as I took a step back, trying to process what he'd just said.“You want me to kill Sam?”“Yes.”He said it so casually, almost as though he had asked me to pass him a glass of water.A







