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[You like your men smiling while murdering and choking people against marble walls? Interesting.] Another ping. [Page 248 though? Bold of you.] I burst into the staff quarters, hurrying down the hallway, heels clicking unlady-like towards my apartment. And there he was. Leaning against my doorframe, shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, holding my book…no, Sarah's book in one hand and eating strawberries. His eyes lifted lazily from the pages he seemed to be reading, to mine.

I settled on one about a warrior and his lover, fighting through the brick of war together. I sat on the floor; my back pressed against the frame of the bed with the book clutched in my hands when he knocked. "One second!" I called out, panic quickly seeping in through my words. My hands scrambled to find a hiding place for the book – I hadn't asked whether I could take it. I shoved it behind my back, hoping my frame would cover it completely. He appeared in my door frame after a few moments of waiting. I was impressed that he even bothered to wait, instead of just barging in and demanding whatever he came here for.

Nothing like losing yourself in a book when things get tough. Kasey lay across the couch lazily as she flipped to the next page of the book. She had been reading for about two hours before a loud bang snapped her to look towards the main door. A snarl came from the other side of the door as the person on the other side struggled to open the door. She was quick to sit up and stare anxiously as the door finally opened, Shobek trotted in and slammed the door closed. Her fear dissipated as she watched him stroll over to the bed and flop down on it. She carefully checked the page number she was on and set the book down on the coffee table.

"I should have seen that in you long before I was watching from the outside." She said nothing. He finished his tea and stood up. "Thank you for letting me come up," he said. "You said you had something to say," she said. "I let you say it." He nodded. He picked up his jacket. At the door he stopped. He did not turn around. "The book," he said. "You left it on the coffee table." "Yes," she said. A pause. "Okay," he said quietly. He opened the door and left.

Recommend moving the timeline up. He locked the phone, slid it into his pocket, and closed the bookshelf. A moment later, the office door clicked shut, and the lock threw from the outside. I waited three minutes before I finally breathed out, my forehead leaning against the cool glass of the window. My legs felt hollow. Compliant. Asset. M.

Panicking now, he turned it the other way, pushing his massive shoulder against the door as he did. Still nothing. Goddamn it. Scars lay on his back, Keira tucked into his side, lifted both legs to his chest, plowed his boots forward into the metal door. It stayed resolutely closed, so he kicked again. Again. Again. That was when he saw that the frame was bent, buckled, deformed, undoubtedly by the heat. His heart fell into his stomach, as he clocked that this escape route was shut to them. Motherfucker. You’ve got to be kidding me.

I toss my phone back into my bag, paid and got out. But just few steps to my apartment, I pause. My breath stops. I stare into the eyes of the man leaning against my door frame, wearing all black. Knox.

“What happened? Was it... was it your father?” He leaned against the doorframe, a weary, lopsided smile touching his lips, though it clearly pained him. “The door,” he murmured, his voice husky. “He was in such a hurry to get his point across that he didn't exactly wait for me to clear the threshold. He shoved the door open with enough force to send me reeling.”

It didn’t. But I opened the door anyway. I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me, low and final like the last nail in a coffin. Hebathi stood near the fire, arms folded, back straight—but there was something brittle in her stillness. She didn’t turn. So I waited. I didn’t speak. Just stood there, leaning against the door like it was the only thing holding me up. The firelight danced across her armor, casting flickering shadows across the floor. I watched the flames, trying to match their calm. I failed.

“Then let’s open it.” Lucian placed the book against the keyhole, and the door began to tremble. Light spilled from its edges, and with a deafening roar, it swung open, revealing a world unlike anything they had ever seen. It was both beautiful and terrifying, a realm of endless possibilities and unimaginable dangers.