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“That’s what they are pushing. I went in, she was alive. I left, and she’s found dead..” “That’s not enough. It is for a trained personnel but generally five minutes isn’t time for a clean kill, let alone through strangulation. They need more than just suspicion, and that’s where we make their job harder.” Adrian leaned forward. “How?” “We shift the timeline. For you to have done it, chances are that you must have come back. You need to be seen somewhere else right after you left the room. Somewhere close enough that it makes it impossible for you to have done anything beyond a brief argument in the room buy also somewhere that there is no way you could have come back to finish her off.”

My hands moved mechanically, but my mind wandered, replaying Annalise's words. What does she mean she wasn't here out of fear? Who in their right mind would stay in a suffocating place like this? And who in their right mind would serve a monster like him, willingly? My elbow brushed against a bookshelf, innocuous at first glance, its shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A carved eagle's eye caught my attention—a detail too intricate, too lifelike. Curiosity, that treacherous thief, made me press it. A soft click echoed, I initially took a step back when the wall began to tremble and to my surprise the bookshelf slid open like a secret exhaling.

“They’re alive…” The library roared with the sound of tearing paper as books leaped off their shelves; their pages opened wide like mouths, letters spilling out while blood sprayed in arcs around them. One book clamped onto Camela’s wrist. She screamed and trembled, but the cover gripped her like sharp teeth. Vincent yanked it off her with a surge of fire coursing through it. “Stay behind me!” he ordered. But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name.

Brielle's POV Didn’t they say old tools were usually rusted? Then why did this man fuck so good? I thought as Mr. Brooke drove roughly into my pussy, his cock pounding into me with brutal precision. His movements were relentless, hard enough to leave me breathless. Every thrust sent pleasure crashing through my body while his hands roamed over me possessively, gripping whatever part of me he could reach. I could barely hold myself together, my fingers twisting into the sheets as helpless sounds spilled from my lips.

The storm outside wasn’t ordinary—it was alive, angry, and waiting. A loud crash echoed from the hallway. The lights flickered, plunging her into half-darkness. Her pulse raced faster than her thoughts. She grabbed her coat and keys, knowing instinctively she couldn’t stay put. Whatever was out there, it would not respect walls or locks. She edged toward the door, glancing at the window one last time. The shadows moved closer. They were tall, impossibly fast, fluid shapes that didn’t belong in the natural world. Her stomach dropped. Panic clutched at her throat, but fear wasn’t paralysis—it was adrenaline.

A new file began downloading against her blocks, labeled simply: *Lena, Final Trigger*. Lena stared at the filename, her face draining of color. Whatever memory IZO44 planned to use against her, it was coming. Outside the cabin, the forest remained unnaturally quiet. The Memory Thief was no longer content to observe. It had begun to steal their souls, one devastating recollection at a time. The cabin fell into a stunned hush after Marcus’s hallucination. He sat on the edge of the cot, elbows on his knees, breathing slowly as Lena knelt in front of him. Her hands remained on his face, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat on his temples.

Though Lord knows, she felt like one. Jessica leaned back in her chair and forced her eyes to the computer. She blinked as the screen flashed, going from the word processing program to black. Damn. The last thing she needed was a computer breakdown. But then the screen flickered and she was given a view of an office. Her eyes widened. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing?

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

“You are always so sure of yourself. What if this is a mistake? What happens when the storm ends and real life comes back?” They lay close now. Their faces were only inches apart. Raven could feel Lila’s warm breath. The smell of rain and vanilla filled the small space. The bed felt smaller with every passing minute. Outside, a loud crack sounded as a branch broke in the wind. The candle went out, leaving them in complete darkness. In the dark, Lila moved a little closer. Their legs pressed together under the covers. Raven’s heart raced. She wanted to kiss her, but she held back. The tension between them was strong and growing.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t