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To ask for her blessing before returning to Southvale that same night. The cab ride was quiet. Cassienne stared out of the window, watching unfamiliar streets pass by. She smiled, seeing the calm city, almost gentle, as if the city was welcoming her silently. Soon, the cab stopped in front of a large building. Happy Days Mental Hospital. Cassienne paid the driver and stepped out. She stood there for a moment, gathering herself, then walked inside. The moment she stepped inside. The smell of antiseptic hit her nose. Her shoes clicked softly against the tiled floor as she walked toward the reception desk. A blonde, middle-aged woman looked up and smiled warmly.

He didn't let go of her wrist; instead, his thumb brushed slowly over her pulse point. "What are you doing on my balcony at four in the morning, Alpha?" Maya demanded, her voice tight with a mix of adrenaline and frustration as she tried to pull her hand back. "Do you make a habit of terrorizing your wife in her own quarters?" "The security sweep of the lower vault is finished," Julian said, stepping past her threshold into the bedroom without waiting for an invitation. The heavy scent of cedar and ozone flooded the room, immediately crowding her personal space. "The intruder we caught in the sub-levels carried no identification, but his communication device was wiped clean. Someone inside t

I couldn’t help but think about her every second, if she’s hurt, if she’s thinks I’m not looking for her, that I don’t care because I haven’t found her yet. We found an old cabin at the furthest point of our territory, one that I had completely forgotten about, it was one that the human’s used but now mostly teenagers took up in it. The roof barely holding together, the door hangs off its rusted hinges as I pulled it open it fell to the ground. The air inside smelled of decay, old beer and urine, the place was disgusting, and I made a mental note to have it torn down. As we made our way through, one door was still holding its own, I pushed it open and stood there just staring at what was

Ahsan was a prince, and she shuddered to think of his reaction if he ever learned that her mother had been a prostitute and a drug addict. She fidgeted restlessly beneath the sheets, knowing she would not fall back to sleep now. The only time she forgot her insecurities was when she was in Ahsan’s arms, swept up in the world of sensual pleasure he created. She reached across the bed, expecting to feel the solid warmth of his chest, but he wasn’t there—and when her eyes flew open, she found the bed empty. Despite telling herself that there were any number of reasons why he had left her alone, she could not dispel her feeling of unease—a feeling that increased second by second when he did not

PROLOGUE Tuesday, 17 August, 1869 Belle Vue Lunatic Asylum “Get those frigging troublemakers out of my way. I’ll deal with the Grady girl . . . ” Bill Callahan hung back as the beefy supervisor and one of her assistants pulled the two lunatics covered in vomit to their feet. They propped them up, then dragged them past the remaining knot of inmates huddled on the floor and made slow progress along the corridor toward the infirmary.

Aislen could see that he was relieved that there were not more, but twenty-three was still a number that was problematic to extract and transport to the warehouse, and potentially dangerous to the town if they were to become freed. “On the third floor, in what is normally the psychiatric ward,” Helena replied already shaking her head. “You can’t get in there, Heath. It’s under heavy guard. I’m not even sure why you are here,” she added fretfully. “I don’t understand, Heath. The Triquetra should be at home, keeping safe.” “There’s a lot happening that would take a long time to explain,” Heath told her.

“Aislen is being sectioned under Section Four of the Mental Health Act. We apologize for the late hour in which it has been actioned, but there was a four-car pile-up on the expressway this afternoon that took up all our resources.” “And what is Section Four of the Mental Health Act?” Heath demanded, taken aback by the unexpected answer. He had no idea what it meant, other than trouble. Mental Health Act… Were they implying that Aislen was crazy, he wondered, and what had led someone to that conclusion? “There’s nothing wrong with Aislen,” Rhett objected flicking his cigarette butt into the ashes of the fire pit. “What is this about?”

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.

*ASA TRINE* Hospitals in particular had so many bad memories associated with them for me, that I despised every second of the pristine white walls surrounding me right now. The air of sadness and grief that lingered in my cabin had been getting denser with every other person that came to visit me.

Was it destiny or was it something else? ~~ As the night time arose, the whole asylum was in silence. So silent that one could hear the wind blowing. The asylum was a four-storey building, constructed on the outskirts of the city. It was situated on a hill surrounded by innumerable trees. The reason to locate it in such a place was that the cacophony of the patients would create turmoil if situated in the city, so to maintain the peace it was built here. There was a huge fence made up of iron which circled the asylum's periphery. A big board hung at the left of the front fence comprising the asylum's name. The topmost storey of it had an open terrace.