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Between Devils
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2025-09-26 15:09:45
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Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision Crossfire
The first bullet shattered the balcony glass.I dropped to the floor instinctively, arms shielding my head, heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my ribs. Shards rained down around me, glittering as they sliced across marble, some biting into my palms as I crawled behind the overturned desk.This wasn’t just another warning.It was war.My breath came fast, ragged, as the realization sank in there was no “safe side.” Not with Caelum. Not with Alaric. And now, not with whoever had a rifle trained on this apartment.My world, already splintering, finally cracked open.“Stay down!” Caelum’s voice roared above the chaos, sharp and commanding. He was already moving, dragging me closer to the desk with one arm, his body shielding mine like a wall of steel.Another bullet tore through the curtain. A picture frame exploded on the wall behind us, spraying glass.Alaric swore viciously, ducking low on the opposite side of the room. I saw the glint of a weapon in his hand, the
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision Between Devils
The elevator doors whispered open.And time… stopped.I gripped Caelum’s arm without thinking, my nails biting into the soaked fabric of his sleeve. The metallic hum died into silence, leaving only the thunder of my heartbeat and the rush of blood in my ears.The man inside the elevator stepped forward, the soft light spilling across his face.Alaric.Alive.Breathing.Standing.I blinked, convinced the storm in my head had finally broken me. My knees threatened to give out as my chest squeezed around the impossible sight.He looked different hollowed, bruised shadows beneath his eyes, a fresh cut slashing across his cheekbone. His suit was torn at the shoulder, a streak of dried blood staining the collar. But he was upright. Solid. Real.“Alaric…” My voice broke on his name.For the briefest heartbeat, relief flooded me so fierce it hurt. The blood trail hadn’t ended at the balcony railing. He hadn’t been dragged into the night, lost to the abyss I’d feared.But then his eyes met min
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Devil at the Door
The apartment was suffocating.Not just from the stale air that clung to the walls after hours of silence, but from the weight of everything I couldn’t control. The broken glass had been swept into a neat pile in the corner, though the faint smell of spilled champagne lingered. The blood… I had scrubbed until my hands were raw, but no amount of bleach erased the memory of it seeping into the marble veins.It still lived in my head. The trail that had led me to the balcony. The shadow in the corner. The whisper of my name.Alaric was gone.And Drayke’s warning still pulsed like a bruise in the back of my mind.I tried to busy myself pouring wine, straightening scattered papers, pretending I wasn’t counting the seconds until the walls closed in. The city skyline glittered beyond the glass, taunting me with its indifference. People down there laughed, kissed, argued, lived. Up here, I was unraveling.The clock ticked. My pulse matched it.Then I heard it.A low mechanical hum.I froze, w
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Door opens 2
Eveline, the name pinged something in me an image: marble halls, donated wings in hospital foyers, a hand in the right pockets to put the right people in power. She was on donor lists, on boards, in photos at charity galas not this woman who had the smell of a quick, clean operation about her.She walked closer, boots whispering against the marble. She didn’t need to tower to own the space. “Mr. Knight.” She inclined her head to Alaric like a hand proposed a civic salute. “Don’t be dramatic. You left too many doors open.”Alaric’s eyes flashed with the kind of history one keeps with a clenched jaw. “You told me this would be clean.”“It was.” Eveline’s smile thinned. She reached inside her jacket and produced something small, black, and clinical. I didn’t know what it was at first then realization scraped my throat: a tracking module, a transmitter, a tiny device that makes escape impossible.“You left it behind,” she said, “and your guests came through.”It was Alaric’s turn to stare
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Door opens 1
The elevator dinged and the sound felt like a verdict. I stood frozen amidst the wreckage glass crunching under my shoes, the blood smear on my palm an ugly, burning proof that I had been here, that something terrible had happened.The cab doors sighed apart with maddening slowness. I braced, as if I could physically restrain whatever stepped out.For a long, impossible heartbeat the car was empty. Then a figure filled the light.He wasn’t Caelum Drayke. He couldn’t have been more different.Alaric stepped out like a man half-girown from a grave. He wore a shirt that had once been ivory and now clung to him in grim, damp patches; his jacket hung over one shoulder, the cut of it elegant but rumpled. Hair that had been dark now showed threads of iron at the temples. A clean, authoritative face had been knuckled into something raw—lips split, one corner bruised, a sheen of sweat and grime on his brow. He moved like someone who’d been forced to practice politeness between blows: the gait
Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision The Man in the Shadows
The silence was worse than the wreckage.It wasn’t the silence of peace, or rest, or safety. It was the silence of a predator circling, one heartbeat away from striking.His voice cut through it smooth, deliberate, threaded with amusement and danger.“Miss Kade,” he said, as if he had known me for years, as if speaking my name gave him power over me. “You were never supposed to be here tonight.”The words slid over me like oil, coating my skin, sinking into my pores. For a moment, all I could do was stand frozen in the doorway of the ruined study, my eyes dragging over the overturned desk, the scattered papers, the smear of blood that led to the balcony.And then my gaze locked on him.He moved forward slowly, peeling himself out of the shadows, tall and deliberate, as though the entire penthouse was his stage. The moonlight caught his features in jagged pieces sharp jaw, pale eyes that seemed to reflect more light than they took in, a scar cleaving his cheek like a lightning strike.
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