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“For now.” The words nearly bent her in half. Slowly, Elena crouched and placed Bunny on the gravel. Rain darkened his fur almost at once. The little rabbit looked abandoned there, small and pathetic in the middle of the path. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. To Leo. To Adrian. To every version of herself that had ever believed love could keep people safe. Then she stood and walked on. The chapel doors opened before she reached them. Sebastian Blackwood waited inside. He was taller than he had looked on the screen, dressed in a black coat that turned him into part of the shadows. He had Elias’s eyes, Adrian’s mouth, and a smile that belonged to neither of them.

"How are you so sure who's going to die, you bastard? To hell with you!" The man in the black robes turned into a black shadow as he charged towards Wilbur. Wilbur broke out running as well when the man in the black robes leaped into the air. The man raised his samurai sword while roaring, "Black Panther Slayer!" All at once, a ball of black miasma appeared before morphing into a black panther that let out a terrifying roar, charging toward Wilbur. Wilbur turned his defense into an attack at once, taking half a step forward as he blocked the thunder cleaver in front of his chest.

All eyes were on me. “Execution?” I laughed, looking at my wine glass. “What a waste. I don't want his corpse. I want every drop of his blood to replicate his process. Imagine an army of ten thousand men with the strength of Subject Zero. The human world, the Council... everyone on their knees.” “But he won't let himself be caught, Alpha” intervened an informant sitting at the end of the table. “Killian Blackwood lives in a fortress. He passes himself off as a professor and a tycoon. He is protected.”

Blake parked his car in front of the large front doors of the home, and the three women exited the vehicle. Making their way up the steps, Blake was about to knock on the door with the rather enormous knockers when the door was opened from the inside, causing it to squeak. There standing was a rather tall pale man in a butler’s outfit. Blake looked on and recalled an old sitcom where a family of unusual tastes came into mind. “Please, enter the Madam will be with you shortly.” The butler said with a cracked voice. “Thank you, Lurch.” Blake chuckled as the man didn’t even respond to the reference.

“As a lover, no. But as a friend, I love her more than my own life.” “Ouch, Kat,” Purple said dramatically, clutching her chest with a laugh. Katleya smiled faintly—though it was a smile that hid pain. Thankfully, she was facing away, so no one noticed. Meanwhile, Grey and Black were lounging in the living room, watching N*****x. Their position looked almost comical: Grey lay flat on his stomach on the sofa while Black rested sideways on top of him. At first, Grey resisted because it made him uncomfortable, but eventually he gave in to Black’s stubborn persistence.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The air had a feeling of foreboding. Two men stood halfway down the aisle and the third man advanced toward us. His eyes glowed in the light of the black and white screen. "Interesting movie," a dark voice murmured as he walked toward us. I looked into the dead eyes of The Butcher. He was glaring at me as he took a seat in the row in front of us. "It's a classic," I retorted with more bravado than I felt. "A story of loyalty and sacrifice. Seems fitting," he replied with a small, knowing smirk.

Below the knife-shaped eyebrows, there is a pair of deep eyes that are thick and cold. Blink lightly, and the aura is cold. It really is a good time to come. Mary Kinson raised his eyebrows gently. Beverly Kinson just hopes that he does not notice this farce right now, "William Black, have you eaten yet?" William Black paused, not looking at him. The thin lips curled up the radian, and Black looked at the older Tama, "Hello, Grandmother."

He narrowed his eyes, his voice filled with menace: "Who else wants to seek death?" Emily looked at him in disbelief, calling out his name: "H... Hawkins?" Hawkins glanced at her, waving his hand: "Stand back, I'm not in the mood to talk to you now! Black, watch her!" The black cat immediately leaped forward, blocking in front of Emily and pushed her back.

As Balaro spoke, a large black butterfly appeared in the suite and landed on the back of his hand. "You're here!" The black butterfly gently flapped its wings before landing on the painting in Balaro's hand. Bolero smiled as he saw the butterfly, his expression full of joy. Despite the excellent soundproofing in the suite, the people living next door—Ayo, Shuten, and Yondu, who had just awoken—could hear Balaro's laughter.