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MAGNUSThe last swallow of wine sat wrong in my mouth, bitter and dry, like I had chewed ash instead of grapes. I barely registered the looks that followed me as I turned away from the table. I just walked. Out of the dining room, down the hall, past the tall doors where a servant appeared with my coat already in hand, eyes down, silent. I shrugged into it and stepped outside.The cold hit hard. Wet. Sharp. I dragged in a breath like I had been underwater too long and only just broken the surface. My chest felt tight, like something had wrapped itself around my ribs and refused to let go.I fumbled for my keys. Dropped them. Swore under my breath as they skittered across the stone. My hands were shaking when I picked them up again, and it took three tries before the right key slid into the lock.Something was wrong. Not the vague kind of wrong you talk yourself out of, but the kind that settles deep, bone level, the kind instinct screams about long before the mind can catch up.Rae.I
Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep Warren The Kind
WARRENI came back into the dining room with the new bottle in my hand, holding it carefully, almost reverently, the way people carried offerings when they still believed gods listened.The conversation stopped the second I crossed the threshold. Not gradually. Not awkwardly. It just died. Every head turned toward me, every face rearranging itself into something polite and watchful, suspicion wearing manners like a borrowed coat.“I apologize for denying you more wine,” I said as I set the bottle down between us. “That was rude of me. But my shit is expensive.”I worked the cork loose. It came free with a sharp pop that echoed a little too loudly in the quiet. Oliver leaned in slightly, sniffing like the predator he was.“I do not suppose you have a stash of human blood down there too.”“I do not,” I said, easy. “I apologize.”He scoffed, unimpressed. I poured anyway, letting the wine slide into each glass, dark and slow, catching the candlelight as it moved. When I reached Magnus, I
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UNKNOWNI poured the wine, watching the bottle tilt until only a few drops remained in its belly. The crystal caught the candlelight and threw it back in fractured pieces across the white tablecloth."I'm glad you could make it, Vivianne."She turned from examining the portrait on the far wall. Her movements were practiced, elegant. The kind of grace that came from days of pretending grief didn't hollow you out from the inside."I thought it was going to be a private dinner.""Come on." I gestured at the others seated around the table. "We're a close-knitted family since Nocturne."Magnus leaned back in his chair. "We were. There's a difference.""You still haven't changed, Gus."His jaw tightened. "Do not call me that."Oliver Duskmoor set down his glass with enough force to make the silverware jump. "Considering you tricked us into coming to a black dinner. I would have preferred blood than pretending to eat and drink your mush.""This is not a black dinner." I met each of their eye
Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep Witness
KIERANI woke up with sand in my mouth.The taste was gritty and wrong, coating my tongue like I'd been chewing on the beach. I tried to spit it out but my lips wouldn't cooperate. Everything felt disconnected. My body was a puppet with cut strings.I blinked. Once. Twice. The world swam into focus in pieces. Trees overhead. Sky turning pale with dawn. Grass beneath my cheek that was cold and wet with dew.My head throbbed.I pushed myself up on my elbows and the movement sent a spike of pain through my skull that made my vision white out for a second. When it cleared, I saw bodies. Dozens of them. Scattered across the field like someone had thrown a handful of dolls and let them land where they would.But they were moving.A girl sat up near the tree line, her hand going to her throat. A guy rolled onto his side and started coughing. Another pushed himself to his knees and looked around with eyes that were too wide, too confused.They were alive.All of them.The words drifted back t
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RAEI woke to Cassian's hand in my hair. His touch was gentle, reverent almost, like he was trying to memorize the feeling. I kept my breathing even, pretending to sleep, because I wasn't ready. Not for whatever was coming.I heard him leave. The rustle of fabric. The careful way he tucked the duvet around me. Then his footsteps, moving away.I lay there in the gray morning light and listened. The clink of glass. The hiss of the stove igniting. The sizzle of something hitting a hot pan. Bacon, maybe. The smell drifted into the bedroom, warm and ordinary and completely wrong for whatever this moment was.I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My body ached in ways that had nothing to do with pain. Last night had been frantic and desperate and beautiful, and now he was making me breakfast. A goodbye breakfast.I sat up slowly, holding the duvet to my chest. The kitchen sounds continued. The scrape of a knife. The pop of the toaster. I could picture him moving through the motions,
Reckless Royals of Nocturne Prep Ten Minutes
CASSIANThe clock on the wall read 5:47 AM. I had ten minutes left. Maybe less.I turned away from it and looked down at Rae instead. She was sleeping on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, her breathing soft and even. Her hair was spread across the pillow in dark waves, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching out, from threading my fingers through it gently. It was still damp at the roots from sweat and tears. The strands slipped through my fingers like water, like time itself.She didn't stir. Which was good. She needed to rest while she could.I pulled the duvet up carefully, tucking it around her bare shoulders, covering the body I had just memorized all over again. The body I wouldn't get to touch after this. My hand lingered on her shoulder for a moment, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric. Then I forced myself to stand.The kitchen was a disaster. Broken glass from the fight still glittered in the corners. Scorch marks streaked across the floor where Moloc
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