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"Pit, I want to thank you for everything you've done for your team and your people, and I'm sorry about the casualties; I'm sorry that things got to such an extreme that security was compromised. "Certainly, my friend, I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I don't know if we will be facing a new challenge in life. The only thing I can understand right now is that Carla, my wife Carla, is here with me, alive, breathing, here. That's all that matters to me, that's all my eyes see, that's all I understand and want to: that Carla Davison D' Bastidas, the woman I love madly, is with me; that I almost lost her, and I didn't." EXTRAS facts about this novel:

“So you’d rather let them drag your name through the mud?” “It’s not about that!” My voice cracked slightly. “You keep finding ways to keep me tangled up in your life, Adrian. I can’t tell where your help ends and your control begins.” Adrian’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with something I couldn’t quite read. “Control? Is that what you think this is?” “Yes.” The word slipped out with more conviction than I felt. “Every time I think I’m moving on, you do something to pull me back.”

I shake my head, “not happening.” She smiles at me, “Abi, now that your bond has snapped it will make his pull towards you stronger, it will change the way he is thinking, soon you will consume every thought he has, if you haven't already.” She smiles as she takes a sip of her wine, “he will not be able to control himself, his need to touch you, to just be near you will consume him. It will not matter if he has a chosen Luna, he will not want any other female but you, you will be the only one that will satisfy all his needs.” I gulp down the wine and take a piece of the cheese and pop it in my mouth, “will it happen to me too, I mean will he consume all my thoughts.”

Yvette saw pieces of herself reflected in those expressions. "Because the house is changing," the apparition said. "And you need to know why." Yvette waited. The air thickened. The walls pulsed once. "He is not gone," the figure said. "You pushed him into the dark, but you didn’t close the door." Yvette clenched her fists. "How? I severed the bond." "You severed one. There are more. He’s tied to the land, to the bloodline, to memory. Every room he touched remembers him. And he left roots in all of them."

I hated him. I was curious about him. I wanted to run away from him and yet— I was still curious about him. The string appeared again and this time he actually caught me looking at it, “You can see it too don’t you?” “What is it?” I finally asked. “It’s our bond. A symbol of your soul and mine, merged together. I am linked to you, you’re linked to me. I claimed you Anora, this is proof of— “Enough.” I cut him off, shaking my head stubbornly, “I…I don’t want to hear any of it!”

I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

A rustle of movement drew our attention back to the shadow, still lurking in the darkness, massive and intelligent, a predator that had sensed our bond as much as it had sought our lives, and Kenneth’s hands swept over mine again, grounding me, securing me, pulling me into the rhythm of his lethal, precise movements, yet each touch carried weight beyond survival, a subtle intimacy, a magnetic, possessive tenderness that set my nerves alight and reminded me with every pivot, every roll, every ducking motion that we were inseparable, tethered in desire and trust, bound irrevocably by the events of the night, by the first desperate kiss that had begun this chain, by the heat and ferocity that n

“You’re not.” Outside, thunder rolled over the valley. The mark under her skin pulsed once—then again, in time with his. A faint silver glow bled through fabric and shadow. Lucien reached for her, almost against his will. “If you share this with me—if you really mean to—there’s no going back.” “I never wanted to go back.” He drew her closer, and for the first time, he didn’t fight it. The bond responded instantly—heat, breath, heartbeat. The pain was there, yes, but softer now, like something learning a new name.

I nodded, “Is it because of that I felt the same amount of pain when Yohan was hurt?” “Mmmm” Esra nodded, “Because you both are bound to each other. In blood and in soul. There will never be an escape from it. If he gets hurt, you’ll feel the pain too. It’s because you accepted him, now the second part will continue.” “I see, so it switched.” “Yes.” She held my hands tighter, “I’m so sorry child.” “Actually, this is bad.” My hands trembled, “After all that, it’s like we’ll be at point zero.”

***~~*** "He was once mine but then I lost him. I couldn't protect him even as I had vowed to do. But, I brought him back to life. Now, he is reborn and so is I. I will walk through hell and high waters. I will break laws and bones until I have had him in my arms once again and this time, even death can not prey him from my loving grasps." "And if in this life, another Williams or Priest shall arise, then I will go on a rampage, a mad killing spree. For his sake, I will become my demons, my monster, and I will hunt them down and pluck them out until there is nothing left of them and they will never hurt what's MINE ever again." "There is only ONE for me in this world and that ONE is HIM." **