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The mansion was cloaked in an oppressive silence as Rose emerged from the bedroom where Scarlett’s lifeless body lay. Her hands were steady, though her heart thudded against her ribcage, the adrenaline of the kill still coursing through her veins. The dim light of the hallway cast long shadows across the polished wood floor, and her footsteps echoed faintly as she moved toward the grand staircase. There, she saw Vito, his hulking figure pacing restlessly, his thick fingers tugging at the cuff of his tailored suit jacket. His dark eyes snapped to her as she approached, searching her face with a mix of suspicion and unease.“Boss?” His voice was a low rumble, cautious, testing the air between them.Rose stopped a few feet away, her expression cool and unyielding. She met his gaze head-on, her green eyes glinting like polished jade. “She’s dead,” she said, her tone flat and final. “I killed her.”Vito froze, his broad shoulders stiffening as the words hit him like a punch to the gut

Anna's POV The sound of the plane’s engines vibrated through the cabin as the plane gradually increased its height. Damon was able to get us out of the police cell, turns out the Lieutenant was someone he knew. A former lover perhaps, she cleared our charges and gave us a ride to the airport. I shifted in my seat, trying to stretch my legs, but the economy-class space was unforgiving—knees jammed against the seat in front of me, elbows tucked tight to avoid bumping Damon. He was slumped beside me, head tipped back, mouth slightly open as he slept. His dark hair fell across his forehead, softening the sharp lines of his face. He looked peaceful, which was more than I could say for myself. My skin itched with restlessness, and the recycled air tasted stale on my tongue. We weren’t supposed to be here. Damon had promised a private plane—something his sister, Ghost, was supposed to arrange. I’d never met her, but he talked about her like she was some kind of mastermind, always

Anna's POV My eyes kept flicking to the shadows beyond the glass doors, where that vampire had stood just moments ago. His pale face, those piercing eyes—they’d locked onto me like I was a deer caught in a hunter’s sight. My pulse thudded in my ears, a chaotic rhythm of fear and bewilderment. He’d been so close, steps away from the entrance, and then… nothing. The second Damon appeared beside me, the vampire stopped dead, turned on his heel, and melted into the night. Why? What made him change his mind? And what did Damon have to do with it?I stole a glance at Damon. Had he seen the vampire? He hadn’t reacted—not a flinch, not a word. Maybe he’d missed it entirely, or maybe he was pretending not to notice. My mind churned, grasping for answers that wouldn’t come. Damon’s presence had shifted something, scared that creature off, and I didn’t know why. Was it coincidence? Or did Damon know more than he was letting on?His hand closed around mine, firm and

Anna's POVRelief hit me like a punch to the chest when Damon stepped into that alley, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. But then I saw his eyes—glowing red, and my breath caught, snagging on a spike of shock. Relief twisted into something else, something jagged and raw, as the reality of what I was seeing sank in.“Two alphas?” one of the men yelped, his jaw dropping so fast it might’ve hit the pavement. The others gaped, their faces slack with disbelief, but I barely registered them. My eyes were locked on Damon.“I told you to leave her alone,” he roared, and then his body… changed. His shoulders broadened, his limbs stretched, fur sprouting over his skin as he towered into something massive—a Lycan, a werewolf straight out of a nightmare. My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a scream. I’d known he was different—odd, secretive—but this? This was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. I’d faced a vampire in Mexico, felt its cold breath on my

Anna's POVThe mansion stood tall ahead of us as the car slowed to a stop, the tires crunched against the gravel driveway, a sound that grated against my already disturbed nerves. Damon’s hand was warm in mine, his fingers laced tightly with my own, but there was something off—something I couldn’t ignore. Even though we were touching, he felt distant, detached, like a wall had sprung up between us. His jaw was clenched, his gaze fixed straight ahead, avoiding mine. I squeezed his hand, hoping for some reassurance, but he didn’t respond. He was here with me, physically, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.We stepped out of the car, and the cool evening air hit me like a slap, sharpening my senses. The mansion’s heavy wooden doors swung open as we approached, revealing a group of Damon’s men waiting inside. Their faces were etched with determination, and the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. I clung to Damon’s hand a little tighter,