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By the time Chloe stumbled back into the penthouse, her shoulder still ached where Ereshia had gripped her. The sting of humiliation clung to her skin, heavier than the near miss with the car. She slammed the door behind her, startling Zoe who was curled on the couch with her laptop. “Chloe?” Zoe blinked, sitting up. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Chloe barked a laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Not a ghost. Worse. My… my guardian.” Zoe frowned, setting the laptop aside. “Ereshia? Did something happen?” “Did something happen?” Chloe’s voice cracked, rising in pitch. She flung her bag onto the floor and ran a hand through her hair. “She nearly broke my shoulder because I crossed the damn street. I almost feel safer without her. I can’t… I can’t live like this, Zoe. She’s everywhere. In the bathroom. In my bedroom. Watching me when I sleep. Following me when I pee. And now…” She slapped her palm over her heart, where it still thudded wildly. “Now she’s treati

Chloe’s pulse thundered in her ears, her breath hitching as Ereshia’s lips hovered close enough to taste. She wanted to shove her away, to scream, to deny the molten ache coiling low in her stomach But when Ereshia finally brushed her mouth against Chloe’s, all strength drained from her limbs. Ereshia pinned Chloe against the tub’s edge, her lips crashing down on hers in a kiss that was hungry and demanding. Chloe’s resistance melted as Ereshia’s tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. The kiss was fierce, a battle of wills that Chloe had no hope of winning. “You see?” Ereshia murmured against her lips, her hands roaming, tracing the curves of her body with a touch that was both gentle and fierce, her fingers dipping lower, teasing the waterline. “Your body begs for me… even as your mind denies it.” Chloe moaned, her body arching into the touch, her senses drowning in the pleasure. Ereshia’s lips trailed down her neck, her teeth grazing her skin in a way that made Ch

Chloe dried herself off mechanically, each movement stiff and hollow. She dressed in loose clothes, but her skin still felt marked, burning where Ereshia’s hands had touched, where her mouth had lingered. No amount of scrubbing had washed it away. She slipped into her bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her, though she knew it didn’t matter. Ereshia could appear whenever she wanted. Watching. Listening. The room felt smaller than usual, suffocating in its silence. Chloe sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a pillow against her chest, her wet hair dripping down her back. Her heart wouldn’t slow. She replayed it over and over, the steam, the lips, the pressure of Ereshia’s body against hers. The way she had yielded, melted, wanted. Her stomach knotted. No. I didn’t want it. I couldn’t have wanted it. But she had. God, she had. Her body hadn’t just responded, it had begged. The memory of her own desperate moans burned her ears. Shame tore through her, sharp and merciles

The night reeked of iron. Nine vials already sloshed with the impossible colors of legend, phoenix gold, basilisk black, unicorn silver but only one remained. The tenth. Werewolf. Lucius and Valerius tracked the scent through the ravaged valley, the air thick with the musk of beasts. When the howl came, it wasn’t a warning. It was a promise. The werewolf appeared from the mist, massive, fur matted with battle scars. Its eyes glowed with feral cunning. “Stand aside,” Valerius said, his hand already on the hilt of his blade. “We don’t seek your death. Only your blood.” The beast snarled, saliva trailing from its jaws. No blood without battle. Lucius groaned. “Why can’t any of them just hand it over politely?” The fight exploded before either could prepare. Claws flashed, steel rang. Valerius moved like shadow and fire, his strikes meant to wound, not kill. But the wolf was faster than most creatures they had faced, relentless, driven by a code older than men. Then, in on

The dungeon stank of blood and damp stone. Chains clinked whenever Valerius shifted, iron biting deep into his wrists and ankles. His body was a map of fresh lash marks, each welt still burning with the residue of the Dominion’s cruelty. He had stopped counting the hours. Days blurred together in a haze of agony and silence, broken only by the echo of guards jeering or the crack of whips across his back. Then something soft slid under the bars. Valerius lifted his head, eyes narrowing in suspicion. A folded scrap of parchment, ragged around the edges, lay on the floor of his cage. With effort, he dragged himself forward and picked it up. The parchment was stained faintly, as if it had been carried close to blood. When he unfolded it, his breath caught. The handwriting… elegant, precise, belonged to Lucius. Brother, By the time you read this, I will be whole again. The werewolf’s venom no longer plagues me, our allies tended to me until my strength returned. Tonight, I come fo