And Then There Were Four By Lillith Carrie Novels & Stories

Farren's Point of View "Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit," Isabelle mumbled in the front seat of the car. She was still huddled over in the footwell. We could barely hear her as we reversed. Scraped along the damaged cars. They were firing at us still. But Tristan was down for the count. I almost felt proud of Priamos for decking him. For showing him not to mess with the three youngest Torrez children. The shock of Leon's death was slowly fading away. Becoming nothing more than a dull satisfaction in the back of my mind.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

“I just like watching you fall apart.” I clenched my fists. “You’re sick.” Her eyes glimmered darkly. “And you’re naive. If you’d used your brain for even a second, you’d have called Adrian to check if the pictures were real. But no you came running. Like a good little fool.” I glared at her, the disgust crawling up my spine. “You’ll pay for this.” Lillian only laughed louder. Then, before I could react, shadows moved behind her. Men. Four of them.

Taki stated abruptly, clearing his throat. "I'm delighted you two came; you'll carry Lilith's train gown from the back so it doesn't get dirty once we arrive at the beach," Carla said. Taki and Hiro did nothing except nod. The four of them then left in a white wedding car, heading for the beach. Lilith was jittery because she was so uptight. Carla was the first to notice her, so she softly caressed Lilith's arm.

Unbelievably strong. When we reached the bottom, we stepped out onto the lawn. Lilith hadn’t moved. She stood silently, still holding the paper, gazing up at the hotel with a faraway look in her eyes. The breeze stirred her curls, but she didn’t seem to notice. I stepped closer, careful not to break the silence too abruptly. “He told me,” Lilith began slowly, voice low but steady, “that four rogue women like us would never pull this off. Not without someone holding our hands.” She chuckled, but there was no humor in the sound, only disbelief, maybe even a hint of anger.

Lydia stared down at the photograph. It wasn’t possible. The woman looking back at her from the glossy paper had her face—her same eyes, the same dip in her cupid’s bow, the same scar trailing down her shoulder like a signature. But it wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. She turned the photo over, her fingers trembling slightly. On the back, in careful script, were four words: Lilith. Subject Zero. Burned Alive. Her blood chilled. “Subject Zero?”

Lilith POV Standing before the apartment complex, we waited, the three of us, advisors are a part of wars, they shouldn't get their hands dirty, so we sent home Isaac, we knew if Eve found out, she would have him killed. “Remember, what we talked about... no killing,” I whispered, “For this plan to work, we must remain strategic and—” A loud howl thundered inside the darkness across from us, sending quivers up my spine. “Remember...” I swallowed hard, “Fight them, slash them, but don't—”

it crooned. “Shenanigans,” I said. “Many are afoot tonight,” the gargoyle said wistfully. He retracted back up, and the boy opened the door for me. I stepped into the entrance hall to find nude and semi-nude figures sprawled across the floor and furniture. I recognized the incubus twins from the Beard Society, their arms around a short, round succubus. All three were asleep. Several lilitu sat in a circle in a corner, smoking hookah. Further on, Matilda stood at an easel, painting what lay before her: a grinning satyr lying on a divan. He had a huge belly, a huge beard, and a huge reason to look so cheerfully confident.

Lolita taunted, mocking my situation heartlessly. "Stop! Just stop right there!" I yelled in my head. "Ah, yeah. Who is next? Sir Darwin and Sir Darin? Just kill them at the same time and destroy your mates at once. Kill Austin along with them too, and after that, take away Dora from them. Leave Alpha Theo and Alpha Leo as people who had no family, and after that, you can kill them too, and boom! Your revenge will be over!" Lolita continued. "Stop, please... Just stop..." It was hard to breathe, and tears were starting to roll down my eyes, but Lolita wouldn't stop reminding me of what I had done. She was making it harder on me, and it was breaking me apart too.

Fours deep voice breathed out as I felt his heat from his body radiate towards my own making me want to shift around, his hot breath was on my neck and between that and him screaming directions I couldn't concentrate. I took a deep breath attempting to ignore the fact that today Four was wearing the tightest white t shirt I have ever seen, his muscles literally ripping threw so when I looked that's all I could see. The last few days that's all I could think about and I needed to knock it out of my head. I shouldn't be falling this fast. He's unpredictable. And not to mention he's a bloody animal, I needed to remind myself nothing had changed. "Okay slowly lift your leg" Fours hand landed on