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Creepy because it made the ice coffins even clearer and I could just imagine myself being added to this terrifying collection of this psychopath. “I am not beautiful!” I blurted out, more in fear than in an attempt to make sense. I took my every breath cautiously. “We might have a clash of opinions on that,” Ruin said, strolling into the room until he stood right in front of me. Gulping hard, I looked into his eyes, “I am ugly and I will be an eyesore to this marvelous collection of yours.” He lifted his sleepy eyes over my shoulder and let out a chuckle.

I can feel my hands shaking as I pushed the door opened. And right there, there was Ellaine and Daevon together. Coincidentally, his eyes roamed to look at me and immediately distanced himself from his girl. “H-Honey,” he called out. Slowly, a bitter smile crept in to my face, “For the second time, you ruined me,” I mumbled and quickly turned away from them and ran. I quickly headed towards the elevator down to ground floor to fetch my car. Tears started rolling down my cheeks despite me wiping them over and over. I pulled my car door opened and closed it. For one last time, I looked at the building before starting the engine.

I rasped, struggling to hold his molten gaze as his thumb smoothed over my lower lip, leaving a trail of liquid fire behind. "No," Vaelin agreed, his voice dropping into an agonizingly slow, gravelly whisper that vibrated down my neck. "You are my ruin." He lowered his head, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. The deliberate, agonizingly slow touch made my back arch off the mattress, a soft, breathless gasp escaping me before I could bite it back.

He started at my sandals, moved up my tanned legs, lingered on the curve of my hips in my denim shorts, and finally locked onto my eyes with an intensity that made my stomach flip. "Took you long enough," he said. His voice had dropped an octave, turning into a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in my chest. He didn't wait for a greeting. He stepped forward, his scent hitting me instantly—a mix of cedar, salt, and raw masculinity. He reached past me to grab my suitcase, his arm brushing against my shoulder. The brief contact felt like an electric shock. He didn't pull away immediately, letting his body hover just inches from mine for a heartbeat too long before he stepped back and gestured i

I can already feel myself getting close, and he hasn't even truly touched me yet. That dangerous smile stays on his face. He knows exactly how wrecked I am for him. “Mr. Chane…” “Yes, my Little Storm?” The deep growl in his voice sends another wave crashing through me so hard my fingers clutch his shirt tightly. I am right there. One more touch and— Then suddenly… nothing. The heat vanishes from between my thighs, leaving behind a cold ache so sharp it almost makes me curse out loud. Confused, I lift my head and stare at him.

“The part where someone starts mattering enough to ruin me.” Her breath caught. The rain outside intensified, thunder rumbling somewhere far across the city. Sienna reached for his hand slowly, threading their fingers together. “You’re not ruined.” “You don’t know that yet.” The sadness hidden beneath the joke nearly destroyed her. For the first time since meeting him, Sienna realized Luca wasn’t fearless at all. He was terrified. Terrified of needing someone, of loving someone. Terrified they would eventually leave anyway. Sienna squeezed his hand gently.

AILANI’S POV. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I spinned around sharply bumping into a shelf, the wood shaking and threatening to fall over. I closed my eyes prepared for the impact. The sound of old books and the smell of the dust that covered them invaded my senses. A few moments passed after not feeling the impact so I opened my eyes. They widened from what they were witnessing. The wood hanging above our heads had splintered into two sharp ends and one of them pierced Enzo in his right arm, just below his elbow. Blood gushing out from the assaulted area.

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

“I’m a ghost. I’m a mess. I bring ruin.” A ghost of Anton’s old, wry smile touched his lips, heartbreaking in its tenderness. “You bring the truth. And you are the most solid, most real thing I have ever touched.” His hovering hand finally made contact, his fingertips brushing Sabatine’s jawline, a touch so light it was almost not there, and yet it seared. “I don’t care about the ruin. Let it all burn. As long as you’re standing in the ashes with me.”

It’s petals curled, browning at the edges, it barely clung to the brittle stem. Next to it, lay a single burnt page. I knew that paper like the back of palm. The golden border. The signature line half confused by flame. It was the last page of the publishing contract I had signed years ago – the one that gave Tanya full rights to Ruins of Eden, the manuscript she had stolen.