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Why couldn't he be his true self all the time? As Hae Mina looked into the mirror, she realized Nightide was full of people with dual identities. Kyung Jiho, the bad boy who wasn't so bad; Duskin, the nerd who was Dusk, the dark child; Cass, the Casanova who wasn't such a Casanova; nonchalant Rhee Min-Jun, who had hidden emotions; and Hae Jae-Woo, who was actually Hae Mina. Too many double identities, but she was glad that happy Jeremy and goofy Yang Dae-Su were their true selves.

She doubted her team would be that lucky. “I know I don’t have to,” Cadence replied without opening her mouth, leaping around a corner. “But there are pedestrians in the way.” It was nearly 3:00 AM, and in most cities, that would mean they had a clear chance of taking down their prey without many witnesses, but not in Las Vegas where people were more likely to be up in the middle of the night than in the middle of the day—not that that was any better time for stalking the undead. “The escalator’s right ahead of you,” Cadence’s fiancé, Aaron McReynolds, reminded her. “They might have to slow down when they get there.” He was busy himself, back at Madame Tussades where this had all began.

The sound of Jake’s teeth clattering together could be heard above the wail of the wind as Tim pointed. Jason followed the boy’s finger to the door. On the other side, the porch light had gone off, and there was a figure darker than the night. It was not easy to make it out because apart from a pair of gray, luminous eyes and the silhouette of a human, there was not much else that Jason could see. The thing at the door was enough to raise the hair on his nape and raise goosebumps on his skin. Jason grabbed his brothers tight and muttered prayers silently. To think that he had exchanged words with this thing and was even shouting at it at a point.

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

The night was cloaked in darkness as Abaddon and Axel navigated the dimly lit alleyways, their footsteps muffled by the eerie silence that surrounded them. Abaddon's cold, calculating eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail with a precision that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared cross his path. Axel, on the other hand, wore a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with a manic light as he twirled a dagger between his fingers.

Night pondered for a while before continuing, “It’s impossible to reign in such a menacing aura in a split second.” I had been thinking about it too since last night and drew the same conclusion as Night. “Have you ever encountered that kind of sinister aura before?” I asked him. Night had been living with different humans for centuries; it wouldn't be a surprise if he had encountered it before. “No. I would’ve remembered if I did. It was just so spooky it put me on guard instantly,” he replied. “Aleena and Witch Lily were instantly alerted, too,” I said. He hummed and added, “But not Zane, Colton, or Lucas.”

The room fell silent after the video ended. Not the normal kind of silence. This one felt heavy. Sharp. Like something invisible had just wrapped itself around Estella’s throat and refused to let go. The black monitor screen reflected her pale face faintly. Duan Dyne. Charles Noir Deveraux. Lionel. All inside the same frame. All connected to the same nightmare. Estella stood motionless beside Devon’s desk while the faint hum of the computer filled the apartment. Nobody spoke for several long seconds.

He’d always been there whenever she needed him, and now he was going to be on the other side of a very large building filled with lots of deadly Vampires. Margie delegated her people as well. She was sending Grant with Jo and Paul with Elliott. The other two people that would be going with Jo’s team were already in position on the Mall. Their names were Daniel and Pamela, and that’s all Jo knew about them, other than the fact that one was a Guardian, and the other was a Hunter.

" Predictably, Jane panicked, her urgency clashing with my cool demeanor. The room was filled with bewilderment. As I ticked off the list of organs for donation, Jane grabbed my hand, holding it down. "You can't sign this!" I chuckled. "Jane, why are you so desperate to stop me? Don't tell me they're not actually dead." A trace of alarm flashed in her eyes, as if she made a tough choice. "Silvia, come with me." She led me to a hospital room I had never seen before. The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks.

The pages fall and I find a piece of paper stuck inside. It’s a translated section about Charon, the son of Erebus and Nyx, who ferried souls into the underworld. “I don’t get it. Why would Lucas—” I cut off as the realization hits me. “He was like a Gatekeeper to the underworld.”