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RykerI hid my clenched fists behind my back. Kimberly ended the call and turned, flashing me a smile with her ruby painted lips. A smile that resembled fresh blood.“Just making sure everything’s perfect for the wedding.” She cooed, fluttering her lashes. I remained still as she reached over, smoothing her hands down the crinkled shirt I wore. Her nails clicked as they passed over a button. “As much as I’m enjoying this grizzly, rugged look, you really need to take better care of yourself. Seriously, what’s been up with you these past two weeks? Don’t tell me you actually miss my bitch of a sister.”Blood roared in my ears. I grabbed her wrist. The urge to snap it in two burned beneath my skin, causing my grip to tighten. She winced, her face paling ever so slightly, though it was hard to tell beneath the concealer she wore.“I’ve delt with you for much longer than I ever should have. Meeting you, making that stupid agreement, was a mistake. You were a mistake, Kimberly.”Each word w

OpheliaI was hardly able to sleep that night.Each time I closed my eyes and succumbed to exhaustion I was plagued with nightmares of the day I had lost my life. The sensation of being trapped within my own flesh, unable to move my body, had haunted me for weeks now.Losing your free will did that to a person.Father gave me a reprieve from training the next day, wanting me at max power on the off chance we came across any issues at the nightclub.The club we were visiting, Havoc, had once been a hub for magic users across the country. Potions and spells, hexes and curses, all were exchanged within Havoc’s walls. Witches from all walks of life visited under the guise of night, dark magic users included.As I stood in front of the mirror, my hands splayed out on the vanity’s surface, I ran my gaze over the make-up I had spent the last hour painstakingly applying.Dark liner ringed my eyes, sharp as knives on the outer corners. The silver metallic shimmer on my lids brought out the gre

JudeOne Hour Earlier…We found her.We found her.We found her.One month, three days, and four hours later, we finally fucking found her.At long last the tracking spell Ryker had been casting religiously snagged on Ophelia. It required blood from the closest relative, which meant we had to get some from Kimberly. We had tried Lucille’s, but the damn thing didn’t take. When I heard about the dark magic spell she’d placed on me I nearly killed her myself, fully aware that I would follow her into the afterlife. It was for Ophelia that I didn’t. The last time we drew blood from her, Kimberly had made the mistake of threatening to harm herself. I watched with equal parts glee and jealousy as Ryker pinned her against the wall, his magic keeping her rooted in place, unable to do so much as blink.The wound on my arm, which was several inches larger than the meager pinprick on Kimberly’s hand, meant for drawing a small amount of blood, was already healing.“If anything, anything at all,

OpheliaI turned slowly, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.“Hello, Jude.”Just like his brother, my unhinged, psychopathic mate had seen better days. Dark circles ringed his silver eyes. Eyes that were both haunted and manic, obsessive and full of the very ruthlessness that allowed him to kill so easily.He wore an old Metallica t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest, and a pair of black jeans covered in holes. The scar slashed through his eye rippled as he drank me in.Standing to his left, eyes glazed and slightly wobbling on his feet, was Ryker. The drug was still in his system, though it was going through him much faster due to him being a werewolf. Nova too had recovered from the spell I’d used on her, and judging from the tilt to her narrowed eyes I’d say she was now on guard.Good for her.“You look even more beautiful than I remember.”The way he said it, partially under his breath, his voice almost a whisper, made me think he hadn’t meant for me to hear him.I felt my br

Ophelia Two Weeks Later… I looked into the gilded mirror that adorned the faded, peeling wall of our latest hide out and realized I hardly recognized myself. The green of my eyes was bright just like my fathers, while my strawberry-blonde hair, the same as my mothers, hung down my back in loose waves. I was bits and pieces of their hopes, dreams, and regrets meshed into a single form. The clothes I wore, the way that I spoke, the emptiness I now clutched against my heart like a shield, it was all necessary. I knew that doing this would change me, I just had no idea how much. Rubbing my sternum, I closed my eyes and felt around the frayed edges of the bond. It missed Jude and Ryker. It missed the other pieces of my soul unlike anything else. It yearned for them despite the hurt and the pain and the betrayal. It raged at me for the way I had treated them in return. But I couldn’t give in. They were my mates. They were supposed to notice. They were supposed to save me from Alp