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Dante closed the ledger, his hand resting on the cover. He said nothing. Not yet. The warehouse emptied one shadow at a time until only Dante remained. He leaned against the steel table, the ledger closed beneath his palm. His mind turned the revelation over like a blade. Valentina. Cruz’s daughter. The irony bit deep. Cruz, his oldest enemy, had left a legacy in the world without even knowing it. And now she was here—in Dante’s world, in Dante’s bed of fire, bound to him by chance and by choice.

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I moved away and decided to go through the files I'd taken. I saw lists of supernatural species to be hunted. He could never get enough of the game like he'd called it. Hunting our kind, hunting every kind of supernatural beings brought him pleasure. They were all pawns in his sick games. I hoped and prayed he had the answers I'd seek.

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“Didn’t you say that there were intelligent ones on the surface?” “Not like this,” Kendra admitted. “Perhaps they start out like this and then regress,” Felix suggested. “Maybe these zombies are newly made. After all, look how long it took for the brains to be destroyed with the amazons.” Kendra nodded. “Good point.” Then with a slow shake of her head, she added, “We can’t waste a second, yet I have no idea what to do.” Pete thought for a minute. “Do you think there might be an underground entrance? While in the military, we found that most of our enemies had secret escape routes in the event of an emergency evacuation. Maybe they do too.”

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Dear Readers, Thank you sincerely for the love, attention, and continuous support you have shown this book. Your encouragement means everything to me. I would like to inform you that this story is connected to my new ongoing book. "When Love Finds Its Way Back" Although both books are set in different cities and follow different storylines, they exist within the same world and are closely linked. Events, characters, and revelations from one book will influence the other as the stories progress. This book can be read independently. However, for a richer reading experience and a deeper understanding of the unfolding plot, I highly recommend following both books.

he pointed to a glass-walled room filled with beanbag chairs, "is the 'Zen Zone.' It’s supposed to be for meditation, but mostly people just nap there." I laughed. "Good to know." "And this," he said, pushing open a set of double doors, "is the holy grail." We stepped into the library, but not the main floor. We were in the stacks, rows upon rows of books stretching up to a vaulted ceiling, smelling of old paper and dust. "The third floor back corner," Lance whispered conspiratorially. "Best WiFi on campus, and the librarians never check if you bring coffee in. It’s my office, basically."

When I think of everything that has happened, it is all so small considering where our line started from. Side Note. Hi lovelies, if you haven’t yet. Please give the following books that are connected to this series a read. Tesoro (Cassandria and Matteo’s story) Undercover (Teagan and Antonio Moretti’s story. Angel’s mom and dad) Thanks for reading. Much Love Becca Lou xx