CHAPTER 63 . . . Carmilla Without waiting for a response from Evans and Brenda, I dashed into the corridor, gripping the railings as I made my way to the room. The door was wide open. The book was gone! Only scattered, tattered sheets remained on the floor. I heard rustling near the closet. My instincts fearlessly pulled me toward it. In a flash of lightning, a full-grown black figure appeared—Jethro in a mask, only his eyes visible, a deep shade of toxic black. For a moment, I lost control. I couldn’t step back or attack, despite all the moves I thought I’d learned. He rushed at me, grabbed my neck, lifting me until my feet dangled, my full weight choking on my thin neck’s strength. “Where’d you keep the damn necklace?” His cigarette-laced breath stole what little air I had left. Then came a much stronger force. It was my Alpha—Evans—yanking Jethro’s hand off my neck. I dropped like a pile of garbage tossed aside. Evans growled loudly at him. “Step aside,” the masked
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