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I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”

In his hand was an ornate goblet filled with a dark red liquid. I took the glass and immediately sensed the subtle, yet lethal, trace of silver dust within. The plan was a success. In full view of everyone, I slowly raised my glass, a graceful smile on my lips. “Thank you all for being here tonight. To the glory of the Nightshade Clan, and to peace and prosperity for the entire vampire world—cheers!” I drained the glass. A few seconds later, I gave a theatrical stagger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

She practically lunged across the room, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward her. "Who the hell is she?" she spat. I turned to her with a frosty expression. "It's none of your business, Quinn." "None of my business? Are you serious? You're my boyfriend! Do you even realize this is cheating?" Cheating? I couldn't help but laugh. Layla immediately stepped in front of me, and her wary gaze locked on Quinn. "Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you."

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

I don't want the fun to end. I duck under and away from his hand, startling him enough to pull my other hand free of his. I continue to laugh, facing him as I slowly back away from him. I am a little surprised when the Master smiles along with me and takes slow steps toward me, saying, "You want to play?" I nod my head and then let out a slight yelp as he grabs for me and I hit one of the chaises, falling backward and rolling over the top to land on my butt on the other side. I look up into the surprised face of the Master and burst out laughing once more.

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“You and Wes aren’t the only ones who can have adult jobs.” “Right. But we are the only ones who know the details on the Batmobile. I wish I could show you the new developments.” Quinn bites her lip like she’s thinking. “Well, maybe I can. I have a few seconds of footage I recorded on my phone. We have cell-scramblers all over the place, but I know the codes to get around it. Still, the footage is a little fuzzy.” Quinn gets her phone from her purse. “I don’t know…I really shouldn’t.”

I think for a minute. Behind me are some timber crates. Perhaps under those I will find a place to lift. I move one to the side, and then the one under it, and then the bottom box in really long and has a crack in the top. Yes… I put the flashlight in the crack and pull it up as I use it as a tool. After ten minutes of hard work the timber lid lifts. I pull the shredded cardboard back and I smile. A crate of Barret’s M98B—Sniper rifles.

Beckham turned around and looked toward a middle-aged man seated on the sofa. “Master Howe, Kayson possesses extraordinary capability. Are you certain that you can defeat him?” Seated cross-legged on the sofa, Master Howe assumed a confident expression and said in contempt, “Don’t worry, Mr. Yoder. My mentor, Adalon Gray, has given me ten charms that will allow me to kill anyone below the smasher level easily!”

Her laugh echoed loudly across the room, the evil in her eyes glistening. Jerald’s hands wrapped firmly around Jasmine’s body, his posture exceptionally calm. “There… there is a bomb in the house,” Jasmine said to Jerald, her lips trembling from both exhaustion and fear, but Jerald didn’t react briskly. He didn’t act scared. He didn’t cower. He didn’t flicker or move, and that… that drained all the smiles Aunt Beatrice had left on her face. She didn’t need to hear it from anyone, she didn’t need him to point it out. Something was off.