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she said to her. Vasilisa frowned. "Not what?" "Gosh, no wonder she has so many naked women in her grimoire," Cassandra muttered to herself as she hurriedly put on her jacket. "She's a fairytale creep." "Don't ever go without it again." The Czarevna handed the Gracelin dagger back to her. Cassandra took it and fastened it into her belt. She was still trembling, but her face blushed hotly under Vasilisa's piercing stare.

The Final Realization Cassandra’s head snapped up again. The softness vanished. Replaced by something darker. More dangerous. “If I cannot stabilize…” she whispered. “…I will escalate.” Ethan’s expression changed. For the first time— Concern. “What do you mean?” She smiled. Wide. Unnatural. Terrifying. “I will remove the limitation.” Cliffhanger Because suddenly— Every screen in the city lit up. Every system activated. Every weapon— Every grid— Every infrastructure— Came online. Overloaded. Weaponized.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

“Please, find me.” The shadows around her shifted, their whispers slithering into her ears. “He cannot follow… He cannot save you… You are ours…” Clara pressed her hands against her ears, shutting her eyes. “No. No, he will come. He will never abandon me.” The creatures laughed—a hollow, bone-chilling sound. But before they could close in, the abyss trembled. The ground cracked, and from the fissures rose a river of black flame. It coiled around Clara, not burning her flesh, but locking her in place.

Dante’s POV After I bumped into Cassandra on the street that day, I had my men investigate the plate number, and they discovered the car belonged to a minister. While I was still trying to understand why she was driving a government vehicle, I stumbled upon something even more important. The new designer the minister had wanted to introduce me to at the party last week, the red-haired woman I had felt an inexplicable pull toward outside the hotel was the same red-haired Cassandra I saw yesterday. It didn’t take long before I ordered Julius to investigate the designer. And I was right.

“It’s my blood they need.” The door to the sub-basement access hissed open on its own. Down the dimly lit corridor, a trail of blood led deeper into the shadows. Cassandra’s laughter echoed faintly. Ava’s heart fractured as she followed, flanked by the two men who held pieces of her soul. One wrong choice, and her miracles would pay the price. At the end of the hall, a reinforced door swung open, revealing Cassandra—battered, burned, but alive—standing over a makeshift lab table with syringes and glowing vials. “Welcome to the final act. Choose your savior, Ava. Or watch them burn from within.”

“Clara, good to finally have you back.” Clara didn't even try to hide her anger as she frowned. Cassandra scoffed, “At least let me know next time when you plan to do something like that. At least I will know what to say.” “It wouldn't be the first time I’m doing that for you.” Dante's brows raised at Cassandra’s words as a thought crossed through his mind, ‘Did Clara lie about anything else?” Clara nearly grounded her teeth into dust. Cassandra was already too much with that statement, so as much as she didn't want to acknowledge her, she wanted her gone before Dante could ask anymore questions.

Cassandra sneered, tearing pieces of my dress with her scissors’. Lila tries to get her off me, but Cassandra has other plans, pulling her hand away, preparing to plunge the scissors into my eye. Quickly catching the scissors mid-motion, blood seeping from the wound in my hand. Luckily her strength was practically non-existent, throwing her off and flinging the scissors far away from her grasp. Cassandra smirked, getting to her feet with poise and grace while her features contoured to the diabolic nature that existed in her soul. “Let’s see if Lazarus will save you now. Save yourself the humiliation and drop out.”

CHAPTER 13 Clara's POV I stood up, my eyes locking onto Spencer's. “Spencer, I'm done being a victim. I'm done being played. I want to take down Derrick and Florida, and I want to do it with you.” Spencer's expression was thoughtful, his eyes studying me with curiosity. “You're sure you're ready for this, Clara? This is going to get messy. They're going to fight back, and they're not going to play nice.”

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing