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Alright, there were housekeepers, but they were an island fixture and seemed unlikely to tell anyone anything. Callan turned around to see me standing there. "Shit, Isa!" he laughed. "You scared me. How long have you been standing there?" Just as he was about to go back to packing the picnic basket he did a double take of me. I stood still as a statue as his eyes trailed over me. I could see the desire swimming in them. "I cannot wait to put sunscreen on you," he growled sexily. I sputtered a laugh and approached him. I touched his side where the black ink sprawled over high on his ribcage. He flinched and a laughed when my hand made contact.

That was the only way he could Absorb Caspian's mark and fire. The man writhed in pain, and I watched Paul's wolf drain him of his life and fire. Slowly I watched the mark form on Paul's wolf arm, but it wasn't green; it was bright orange like mine. Genevan's and Santa Braee's troops surrendered immediately, knowing they had lost the war. I still could not believe that we had won. Some of our soldiers lost their lives, but we had taken our Island back and, in the process, gained a new Island.

“By the time I change out of these sweats, I wanna see the hot, tanned men you promised me.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Always the sucker for hot men. The holiday just began which means you’ll have to wait a little longer for them to show up.” That is possible. This is supposed to be a simple break from college with good food, ocean views, no drama... and maybe hot holiday sex with a hot rando. All of those plans are instantly buried inches in the white sand when the front door slides open and who do I see? A ghost from my past.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

folder lay open before her, its pages illuminated by the harsh, flickering hum of a fluorescent bulb that sounded like a trapped insect. She wasn't looking at the lab reports anymore. She was staring at her father’s map. The island was a tiny, jagged speck in the Grenadines called Isla de Sombra—Shadow Island. It didn't appear on any commercial nautical charts, but in the Vane family ledger, it was listed as the "Primary Asset."

The neon light of the 24-hour diner flickered, casting a sickly green pall over the cold remains of Toby’s coffee. Outside, the rain was a relentless grey curtain, blurring the streets of the city. He hadn’t been back to the coast in weeks. He couldn’t. The memory of the salt air now felt like a mockery, a reminder of a boy who believed a sunflower and a heartbeat could stand against a hurricane.

When Alpha used that tone, you moved. They filed out of the living room, and back outside into the bright sunny day. Dante's Mercedes sat in the driveway, shining black under the sun. Alpha Killian headed for the passenger side without a word. Kael climbed into the back. The second the doors closed, the atmosphere in the car was heavily charged with the kind of energy that came before violence. Dante slid behind the wheel and started the engine. "Cicar Island," Kael said from the back seat. "Big cabin on the water side...Got it?

"Sophia's going through Carla's known properties looking for any islands she might own or have access to." "I might know." I moved to Carla's abandoned papers on the table. Amongst the forged documents were property deeds and maps. "She was boasting earlier and mentioned having an island. Let me see—" I rifled through the papers until I found it. A deed for a private island off the coast. It was remote and Isolated. Exactly the kind of place Carla would choose for something like this. "Here." I showed it to Dante. "This has to be it." "That's about an hour by boat." He studied the map. "Maybe less if we push it."

She stepped off the warship, leading a large force of fully armed operators, shoulder-fired missiles, and submachine guns at the ready, charging straight inland. "Move!" They swept across the island, tearing through every corner and taking lives in every room. The cruel deserved death. The unjust deserved death. Those who crossed the line deserved death. Those who refused to yield deserved death. No mercy, no restraint, no hesitation. Kill, kill, kill! Blood surged skyward, staining the air itself as Hayley carved her way through. At that very moment, inside the office…

"No one will find us. Not him." “I own an island. Isolated. Untouched. Ours alone. No prying eyes, no whispers in the dark—just the crash of waves swallowing the past. There, I decide who stays alive. No locks. No stolen time. No running. Just us, where the world dies, and something new begins." "Say yes." I shifted closer, fingertips grazing hers. "And by sunrise tomorrow, we’re gone."