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I almost run to the basement as soon as I reach Nox, right after the meeting at Exilium. I don’t know what Lexi had to do to bring me back to the clan, but I need to find out.I push the door open without knocking and find her there, left on the bed, staring at the ring tattooed on her hand — probably daydreaming about the husband who isn’t really her husband.Once, I would’ve called that stupidity, but now I don’t know anything anymore. In her own way, she’s surviving. Just like me.Her face lights up when she sees me, and it softens something inside me.— Srček…Lexi runs toward me and wraps her whole body around me.— Cael let you stay — she says, her voice dreamy.Then she takes my hands in hers and pulls me toward the bed.— He told me not to take part in what’s happening at Exilium tonight — I answer. — Said I’m too thin for it.And he’s right. These days locked in that apartment, not knowing what will happen to my baby, have killed my appetite. Any thinner and I’ll have to star

A month without him.Thirty-one days without a single piece of real news besides “he’ll survive.”I keep staring at the tattoo on my finger, wondering if he thinks of me with every breath the way I think of him — if he misses me the same way I miss him — until it feels like someone ripped out a piece of my heart. It’s a pain that feels physical.An entire month waking up in panic, calling his name in half-dreams, and wondering if he dreams of me too.Cael’s meeting with Arielle had been a pleasant surprise. She showed up alone and unarmed — a sign, according to Cael, that she might be willing to back down from the war between the clans. Tonight she’ll give her final answer. And that answer might come as a simple conversation… or as the beginning of something that changes everything for us.We didn’t go to Exilium this time — the meeting’s happening at Nox. Members of the clan are arriving little by little, gathering around the bar. The air feels heavy, the silence uncomfortable, and t

Samiel had rested for two hours before going back up to the Nox.Not a single look in my direction.I stayed on the couch the entire time, keeping a safe distance between us. Licking my wounds.Since I hadn’t insisted on sleeping in the penthouse, I wasn’t grounded in the basement. But honestly, I was afraid to go out. Afraid of hurting myself even more with the way he ignored me.And yet… I can’t get over the fact that he was with someone else. He needed someone, and it wasn’t me. And that realization tastes too bitter to turn into just pain. It becomes anger too.So I put on what I’d been avoiding for months: a red lycra dress, tight enough to make it clear it’s provocation, and heels high enough to remind myself I’m not that stupid. I want to test him, to see how far his indifference goes. If Samiel doesn’t react, someone will — and maybe that’ll be enough to make me feel alive again.Things with Eryon are still strained, so he doesn’t make his usual jokes, only shakes his head. Bu

My head is a fucked-up mess.Nothing has made sense since I left her in the basement and went up to the penthouse, when the sun was already high. Her scent is still on my skin — and so is the goddamn rage.From the phone’s location, Alexia is somewhere in the building, and Zara is sitting at the bar, waiting for the night to start.Zara. I should have done something after what she did to Alexia, but delivering the woman to another clan would have finished Alexia, so I pretend it’s Cael who wants her near, and that I only agreed.— Why isn’t she here yet? — I ask Zara, but she doesn’t have time to answer.With the club empty, that asshole priest’s smell reaches me fast, and my gaze meets his in the doorway.But… wait.He’s with someone, and the other scent hits my nostrils like a bad aftertaste. A Sentinel, AB-? What a waste of food.I raise an eyebrow as Draven and the kid approach, curious — the color has drained from Zara’s face and that shit feels wrong.— They’re recruiting younge

The throbbing in my head is unbearable.I hear a moan — maybe my own — and my eyelids burn. Opening my eyes feels like torture.The light is dim. I try to sit up, but the world tilts, every heartbeat pounding like a hammer inside my skull. It takes me a moment to realize I don’t recognize these wooden walls, this ceiling, this low bed with white sheets.The air smells of damp earth and forest.Crickets chirping. Frogs croaking. And nothing else.I push myself up slowly and walk to the narrow window, but outside there’s only darkness. A forest, maybe. A cabin?I look down — my body is covered in a tight short dress and high-heeled boots. These clothes aren’t mine.A party? Was I drugged? Panic comes fast, freezing my hands before my mind can even make sense of it. My heart races like a trapped animal.Adrenaline beats the headache as I search the room — no bag, no phone.Brinna. She must be nearby. If I went to a party, she’s the only one I’d go with.But before I can reach the door, i