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Oh God, I feel so stupid. “You look so silly grinning like that,” Ahvi points out and I chuckle again. “I know,”

Opening it revealed not pages of text, but hidden compartments, each holding documents far older than Cassian. Lucien drew out a single folded parchment. The ink had faded, but the memory it carried had not. On it was an old picture, a young girl with black hair, soulless eyes. Cassian looked almost identical to her. A trait he had grown to despise over the years. ‘Weak.’ He said as he sneered at the picture. He slipped the parchment back into its hiding place, closing the compartment with care. ****

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.

I asked seriously. She snorted, "you sound like I really did stab you, it was just an illusion to drag into the dream Land." She said as the door finally opened. "Quiet barbarian, " the dirty vampire guard that opened the door sneered his deep black teeth and heavy polluted breathe had me almost doubling over and puking all over the van, to make matters worst it did not help that I could make out the coloured drool that had coated his heavy dirty beards. Susan might have seen the look of gross-ness on my face as she leaned in to whisper to me.

“Do either of you intend to behave even slightly like civilised men while we’re here?” “Civilised is boring,” Corvin said cheerfully. “I’d rather amuse the enemy. Or at least myself.” Edric rolled his eyes. “If amusing yourself involves making us all look like fools, I’ll consider it a minor war crime.” “War crime? Really, Edric. Must you always ruin the fun with technicalities?” Corvin tossed his hair back, the sunlight catching just enough gel to glint like a jewel. “I’m an artist, darling. If my art is lethal, it is simply a happy accident.”

Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could. When she heard Evan say that the perpetrators were suspected to be from an organ trafficking ring, she raised a brow and had a strange smirk on her face. Out of the blue, I recalled something I'd forgotten. While I'd been tied to the bed and assaulted, someone masked from the nose up flashed that very same smile at me as I screamed and struggled. Before leaving, she'd adjusted the camera to make sure it faced me before saying to the men, "Lyra here likes it rough. You don't need to hold yourselves back with her."

Cursing in a soul-shattering orgasm. "Hoooooly fuuuuccckk! Ethan!"

"FUCK THIS SHITS!" ********

I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me. All around me, the portraits on the walls were laughing at me. I don’t remember what the photographs looked like before, but as they started cackling at me, they all started to look like weird holographic images that shifted between the Shit Witch wearing my mate’s face and the old ‘Good’ Witch. It was freaking me out.