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 LEVI EDELMAN  I stared at the dark wood of the meeting hall’s long table, the voices around me barely registering into my head. Elder Raymond’s voice was the only one I’d focused on so far. “We lost twenty of our members in the attack at the west gate,” he said, his voice was low but heavy. “No signs of warning. They came fast and vanished before our scouts could track them.” My fingers curled into fists on the table. Twenty? Twenty lives gone in one day. “I believe this wasn’t a rogue strike,” Elder Marcus added. “The precision… this was planned.” I didn’t respond. My th

 GIA O’LEARY  I tried to push him away, I did. My hands pressed against his chest, but they had no strength. Not when his touch was already setting fire to my skin. His hand was moving across my body like he owned it, slow, firm, knowing. And I couldn’t resist it, I couldn’t push him away.  My fingers clutched his arm instead, not to stop him… but to hold him closer. My breath hitched when his lips found mine again. I melted, pressing into him, kissing him back with everything I had been trying to bury. His mouth moved like it was starving for me. His hand slid up my side, under my shirt, fingertips grazing my bare skin, and I gasped into his mouth. Every inch of me came alive.&

GIA O’LEARYI closed the door behind me and turned the lock with a shaky fingers. The phone kept ringing, but I just stared at it.The shopping bags were still scattered across the room, I had been in the middle of trying them on when Levi came earlier. Now, everything just looked like a mess.My chest still felt warm from his touch. My lips still tingled from his kisses.I swallowed hard and sat at the edge of the bed, running a hand over my face.I didn’t even know what I was supposed to feel anymore.My phone buzzed again. I glanced at it with a frown. Is he not going to stop calling?My hand hovered over the screen. I didn’t want to answer. I really didn’t.But something inside me made me swipe the call open and press the phone to my ear.I stood up and walked quietly to the bathroom, just to make sure no one would hear me, I shut the door behind me.“Hello,” I said, my voice low.There was a pause, then a deep, too-familiar voice came through. “Gia,” he said, almost like a purr.

GIA O’LEARYThe sharp vibration of my phone on the nightstand jerked me awake.I blinked at the ceiling for a moment, willing my heart to calm down. The sky outside was still somehow dark, my eyes felt heavy, the urge to ignore the message loomed behind, but I couldn’t. Something inside me pushed me to pick up my phone. I unlocked it and stared at the message, the sleep erased from my eyes immediately. ‘Gia, I’m warning you in a nice way now, come to the strip house. Strip for the last time. Don’t make me ask again.”The messages read, and my stomach turned. My fingers clenched tighter around the phone as I stared at the words.Sudden sweat formed on my palm. My lips pressed together until they stung, rage flickered under my skin like a slow-burning fire, but I swallowed it back. I had swallowed too much already.I closed the message without replying. I couldn’t, because if I did, I might say what I’d regret. I tried dropping the phone, but immediately another message popped up.T

GIA O’LEARYI will take you in. Mia’s voice was soft, but the weight of her words knocked the air out of my lungs.“Are you sure?” she asked again, narrowing her eyes at me, “This is really about your friend?”For a second, I forgot how to breathe.My hands stilled on the armrest. My throat tightened. It was like she had peeled my skin back and was staring directly into my soul.I blinked. Slowly. My heart thumped so loudly in my chest, I was sure she could hear it.“What?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out smaller than I intended.She tilted her head, watching me. “I don’t know. Just feels like… I understand the situation too well. It’s weird. I’ve never met this friend of yours, but everything you said feels too… detailed.”I forced a smile, too stiff, too quick. “You’re thinking too much, Mia. Stop that.” I tried to brush it off. She wanted to say something, but I stood up quickly, brushing invisible dust off my dress, hoping movement would distract her from