HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
A voice crackled over the fortress’s intercom—a voice that was young, arrogant, and chillingly familiar.
"Dante, put the girl in the hallway. The Vassal Trust has been liquidated. The Master is here to collect his interest."
Dante stood up, his hand reaching for the gun he had left by the wardrobe, his face a mask of ruined, lethal perfection. He looked at Ivy, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of something that wasn't obsession. It was a terrifying, final clarity.
"I’m not going to let them take you, Ivy," he said, his voice a calm, hollow promise. "But to stop them, I’m going to have to do the one thing the 'matched set' wasn't designed for."
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