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He repeated harshly. I must've lost my mind. Why did I call him a beast out loud? Was I crazy? It was lucky he didn't rip my heart out already. “I'm sorry,” I whispered while staring down at my shoes. “I must have lost my mind for a moment. I didn't mean to call you that.. I just—” “-—Leave. I don't want to see you.” Maximilian interrupted. “I shall leave my love but first..” After seeing Maximilian's expression when I called him my love. I knew my charm was working.

The sudden movement pulled my dress upward, and I felt the air hit my exposed thigh, raising my gooseflesh. “You don’t get to just disappear again,” he said, his face inches from mine. “You don’t get to—” He stopped talking. His eyes had dropped to my leg, where the silk dress had ridden up to reveal the scar. The twisted, ugly flesh that ran from my hip almost to my knee. A permanent reminder of the fire that was supposed to kill me. Maxwell’s face went completely white. His mouth opened but no sound came out. He reached toward the scar like he was in a trance, his fingers trembling.

“Please don’t leave me. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.” I could see the rawness in his eyes. The fear. The vulnerability. It was a side of him I had never seen before, and it threw me off balance. “I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, my voice trembling. “I can’t just forget everything that happened. I can’t erase the hurt, the lies. I’ve been broken by all of this, Maximilian. And I’m so scared that if I let you in again, I’ll just end up broken even more.”

I don't really have an idea. "Oh, my friend Lucius, what brought you here in my humble abode? You did not tell me that you are coming over to visit me. If only I have known ahead of time, I would have prepared something for your arrival," Maximillian said with an edge of wickedness in his voice. He had a smile on his face but I saw nothing but darkness and evil in his electric blue eyes that will surely turn to blood red once he is mad, thirsty, or whenever there is something that would trigger him.

“I’m so sorry Eve. I swear, I never meant to fail you. I didn’t know he would have tried to hurt you after my warning. Please. Please talk to me. I can’t bear to hear your silence.” Mikael begged her repeatedly. He sounds like he was crying but a man such as him would be too proud for such emotion. Eve continues to stare to at the ceiling above her. Such a pretty white colour. After being trapped in a place so dark, the brightness of the room with its balcony and comfy surrounding has such an aesthetic feeling but what others end up seeing when looking into her eyes was nothing.

"Speaking of burns, that scar looks so lovely on your face. Where did you get it?" Maximus's face suddenly turned cold. His menacing aura intensified, and his eyes darkened as he stared down at her. "Someone you're scared of?" Tatiana smirked, but it dropped when Maximus replied. "Mr. King did it."

Antonio bowed his head. “But sir, if she delves too far, will that not endanger us?” Maximillian gave a short laugh. “That is precisely what I desire. Old wounds are the sharpest weapons. If they remain trapped in the past, they will have no strength to fight the present.” He struck a match and set fire to a photograph—an image of Olivia and Oscar smiling at an event. The picture burned to ash. “Everything shall collapse,” Maximillian whispered. “For old wounds… always return to claim blood.”

It almost hurt and I couldn't help but whimper. "I... I... I wasn't referring to you!" I stuttered. Maximus leaned his face close to mine. His face filled with displeasure and I almost melted when those piercing blue eyes of his vanished only to be replaced with deep dark crimson. "Don't kill me!" I screamed and his eyes widened. "What?" "Yes! I was referring to you but it's because I do not understand your way of reasoning! If you were in my shoes, you..." "Stop talking!" He cut in sharply with a growl and I clamped my lips shut, blinking at him with both fear and innocence.

Killian grunted as he fell to the floor, his inner wolf wasn't even coming through, the silver knife and chain must have battered him. "You must think you're so high and mighty because you're Alpha!" Maximilian murmured as he picked up his knife again and approached Killian who was struggling to get up. Just as Maximilian lunged forward with the knife, a piercing scream filled the air. "Killian!" Lyra's voice echoed through the trees, filled with anguish and desperation. She paused for a moment as her eyes widened in shock staring at Maximilian, she slowly looked down at his wrist and Maximilian in turn slow moved his hands behind her back.

The mark burned, a throbbing pulse that felt alive, like it was sinking into my soul. Maximus staggered to his feet, his eyes wide, flickering between black and blue. “Emilia…” he rasped, his voice broken, raw with guilt and something deeper—fear. He took a step toward me, his hand outstretched, but I flinched back.