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Lawson’s grasp—a pistol encased in clear plastic. “What’s the meaning of this, Theodore?! Kinsley brought his weapon, but why is he so badly injured? He’s never been hurt this badly before. What if he can’t be saved? You should have taken better care of him.” Dr. Lawson’s eyes were red. On the other hand, Theodore looked shocked and guilty. “If something terrible happens, you’ll be blamed for this tragedy,” he continued, then walked away.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

Sara "Check out this baby," my husband announced with a proud grin, gesturing to his new gun safe that had been delivered that morning. "This thing is the real deal! It's got it all. Biometric scanner, reinforced steel, the whole nine yards! There isn't a safe cracker in the world who could get into this one. And believe me, I've asked around."

“Tough crowd.” “The doctor will be in momentarily.”Brown thanked her while Sarah sat on the table. “Well this is just awesome.” “We’re almost to the end.” “Have you done anything recently, Sarah, that might be considered dangerous or harmful?” Sarah mimiced. “Like what? Maybe, I don’t know, hang out with my mob boss about work while he tries to figure out whose trying to short him?” “You might want to leave that out,”Brown answered dryly. “It was on the top of my list,”Sarah started when the door opened.

That we could have mornings like this, easy and unremarkable. "What are you thinking?" Damien asks, accepting the mug I hand him. "That this feels dangerous." "Good dangerous or bad dangerous?" "I don't know yet. Both, maybe." He takes a sip, considering. "Can I tell you something I learned in therapy?" "Always." "Dr. Morrison says that people like us—people who've experienced relationship trauma—we often mistake safety for boredom and danger for excitement. We're so used to chaos that calm feels wrong. So when things are actually healthy, we sabotage them because our nervous systems don't recognize peace as safe."

Like this was a regular Tuesday for him. He turned and started walking toward the car. And that's when Ella's words came back to haunt me. "Damon is dangerous." Oh God. Oh my God. What if he's not just dangerous in a "bad boy with a motorcycle" way? What if he's dangerous in a "makes people disappear" way? What if he's a serial killer? What if I've been having sex with a murderer? Great life choices, Princess. Really excellent decision-making skills. Mom always said I should find a nice man with a good job.

Damien looked at her like he regretted saying the words the second they left his mouth. Yet somehow couldn’t take them back. Thunder rolled outside the windows. Neither moved. Vivian should say something. Professional. Reasonable. Safe. Instead she asked softly: “What exactly are you trying to say?” Damien’s jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he might finally say it. Finally break. But Damien Blackwood was a man built entirely from restraint. And restraint won. His expression cooled slightly. “I think Roman Ellis is dangerous.” Coward. The thought came instantly.

And well, it is slightly dangerous for me to travel around the cities. “Judging by your expression, you are thinking of something dangerous again, aren’t you?” He sighed and shook his head. “We can first at least search Blood Moon or Midnight’s libraries to find something helpful. You always result in either violence or putting yourself in danger and there is nothing in between.”

She hurriedly goes for my belt and undoes the buttons of my pants afterward. I pull up the big hoodie she's wearing to expose more metal on her. Three daggers and a gun. They are both silver and have the same initials as her necklace. NV. I think it's time I get to know something about her. I'm so relieved that she's not some helpless girl who does not know how to take care of herself. I'm surrounded by danger and the first thing your rivals go after is the one thing you care for. The moment they know I have a soft spot for this girl, she'll automatically be in deeper shit than she already is.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"