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He even made an imploring expression at Rey to be involved in Jaxon and the others’ escapades. However, receiving a head shake from his best buddy, Gavin, instantly felt his heart shatter somewhat. “Our friendship ends here,” he hissed, which earned him a smack in the back of the head from Connor. “Dramatic,” Rey and Jaxon mumbled at the same time. After Gavin left, Danny was about to go to the door when Jaxon asked his friend to stay in the room. “Can you just stay in Denver?” Danny looked over his shoulder at Jaxon, who clutched the pink-haired woman’s photograph. Seeing this, Danny realized that his friend was considering the possibilities that may occur after they left for Chicago.

I looked at the bodyguard by the curtain, the expensive suit, the sheer, crushing power radiating from this 24 year old. But I also knew Danny. He was stubborn. He was obsessed with his paintings and he is quite a mysterious boy these days. He wouldn't just jump into a Sinclair's bed because he was rich. "Well," I said, pretending to think about it. "Danny is very hard to see. convincing him is... well, it’s a full time job. He is usually obsessed with his art supplies and his sketches." Noah didn't say anything. He just signaled the towering bodyguard again. The man walked over, carrying a mini box like the kind you use for jewelry and placed it on the table in front of me.

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

The sudden crash course shattered all the plans, making way for haphazardly-created new ones. With an opened mouth showing its sharp and jagged razor-like teeth, the Blood Alpha’s griffin bit the neck of the nearest phantom—earning him a shrilling scream from both the phantom leader. If phantoms were already hard to take down, phantom leaders who knew how to ambush and retreat were the real pain in the ass. “Where’s your leader?!” Alpha Dylan Cain stood atop the fierce griffin’s back before he jumped onto the phantom’s back. Drawing his claws, he swung them and aimed for the enemy’s head. He was feeling damn agitated already.

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it's fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he's wearing does little to hide his muscles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met-except Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Tobias went to confirm that Charlie had really died, then he howled to signal that the fight was over. “ Well…that was…anti climatic” Danny mumbled while brush the dirt of his shirt, but I could see him shaking. I gave him a big hug. Danny wiggled, “Oh my goddess! Get off! You said you would come back, but I almost watched you die, idiot!” He shoved me away scowling, suddenly acting like he wasn’t begging me to escape with him a while back. I saw Phoenix tense up from the corner of my eye, I gave him a look. I will not let him attack my brother.

Kaelan’s eyes glinted gold once more, not with intimidation this time, but with quiet solidarity. “I am wolf.” Danny’s eyes widened, though he forced himself to remain still, praying this wasn’t some cruel trick. Panic surged in his chest, heat flooding his skin as though it might betray him, even as he fought to keep his face composed. In the span of minutes, everything had shifted. The ground beneath him felt less certain, as if the world he thought he knew had tilted on its axis. For the first time, Danny saw himself not as a solitary secret-keeper, but as part of something larger, older, and far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. His eyes were open now, whether he wanted them to b

And I knew just what might look good on him. "I know just what you need." We stopped in from of Danny as he was pretending to be busy by tiding the jewelries inside the display. "Decide what you want kid?" I answered for him because he just stood there frowning like a fish. "He wanted something daring." "Hmm? Oh, really?" Danny was provoking him obviously, but he too couldn't wait to beautify that perfect unblemished pale skin with piercings and tattoos. Like me. "There's a lot of skin to paint and a lot of flesh to be pierced."

Danny heard a series of explosions from the hotel lobby. His eyelids fluttered. He frowned anxiously. Soon, there was dead silence upstairs. Danny hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He slowly walked upstairs. By the time he reached the thirteenth floor, he was out of breath. However, he stopped breathing altogether when he saw the scene in the corridor. The corpses on the ground were all bleeding profusely, and they included the Shadow Guards' corpses.