The knock wasn’t polite. It wasn’t even normal.It was the kind of knock that said I’m not asking, I’m entering - three sharp bangs, loud enough to rattle the chandelier above us.All four of my brothers straightened instantly.Rowan’s glass paused halfway to his mouth. Silas’s jaw locked. Kieran set his tumbler down with a quiet, deadly click. And Damon - Damon was already moving before any of us exhaled, crossing the room in three long steps.I wiped my face quickly, pushing the last ghost of tears away. My throat burned from the earlier drinks, the panic, the envelope… gods, the envelope. The metallic tang of blood still lingered in the air like a stain.“Don’t open it,” I whispered.Damon ignored me and opened the damn door.And there she stood.Mara. My aunt. Our aunt. In all her venomous, polished, perfectly-made glory - only this time her lipstick was a little smeared, her eyes too bright, and her hair slightly out of place. It was the closest thing to “disheveled” someone li
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